Bold
A far cry, a disturbing shrill.
The thrill of the kill. Born into
this sacred day, it was always
known blood would be spilled.
You cannot evade what the scrolls
have for-told. Its a new life, raised
high. Your Father does not lie, its
a new life. Stand strong and be bold!
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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