Violent Stew
In his hands he holds
a knife
In his hands he holds
a busted bottle
In his hands he holds
a flask
In his hands he holds
a gun
In his hands he holds
my own
In his hands he holds our future
With his hands he shows
the world
Just what these hands are made of
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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