Hell's Guardian
over the growing,spreading ever green scape,
rising timidly through stratum's of scandal.
hell's guardian observe's the picket line of karma.
he feel's condemned by the twin's,liberty and freedom.
on a road of cavernous step's and stone's.
near a swamp with bullfrog's as big as battleship's.
hell's guardian shower's in shame.
the great contortionist export's his own justice.
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