Our Journey
Mountains as far as the eye can see.
Can this really be?
Sharp hills roll violently,
As the wind mills turn silently.
Time flows idly,
How many miles until we're free?
This will not go easy,
Yet, we'll acheive
The feasibly serious
Task of not becoming delirious.
Don't act imperious,
I have no patience
For those who nurture
Nefarious relations.
Grievous intentions,
Ordered to specious henchmen.
By the facetious X-men
Who agreed to this
Lesson
Hold on tight
To your Smith & Wesson.
Pain is a blessing
That pours out, like caesar
Salad dressing.
Copyright © Issac Guzman | Year Posted 2013
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