Deadly Cards
As the fires of hell the monster's blood boiled
And I knew like a volcano letting out magma
Would explode the monster of my manufacture.
Spirit of competition, game of fraud poker our card
Now deadly gasoline in our trembling hands.
Cajoling eager matchbox in the hands of another
That holding hands,in the rain we go and dance
So it may not fiercely burn when struck.
Because just as the very hell so sure
With blind eyes wide open so apart
And deaf ears listening to hidden voices from afar
Would wooden stick and paper box in trembling hands
Strike to neutralize,not ever complement gasoline never.
With no minds, set their hearts playing deadly cards!!!
Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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