Black-Handed
Hold tight to realism
For if realism perishes
Death is a rife volcano
That can not vomit.
Hold tight to realism
For when realism dissolves
Death is a land mine
Awaiting to blow.
Copyright © Glenn Mccrary | Year Posted 2012
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