Peace
nine walks the streets
pulling the strings
he's just learning now
the depth of his power
for a short time
he holds the power
of a beast
8 headed 13 horned
green dragon
held tight in the whores arms
the warmth rocks him to sleep
but babylon you went to far
and killed the carnival
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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