Hole In the Wall
Trapped by this glory and
Stained as usual.
Big, built, strong
Man you are.
Running, racing
to meet your
Primordial needs.
A hilarity is my
Finger pointing as
My own losses are
Glazed over at best.
Just like your
Mission today.
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