Vision
It is the end of day
And the ending of days
The cheese runs away
And the atheist prays
Just over broke
The leash takes the strain
It is mist not smoke
Free speech used in vain.
And here broken beasts
To dejected pastures go
And where the jackal feasts
In vain the white of snow.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
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