BLARG

With the venom of sound,

And fluency of a running hound,

I look to the horizon glaze,

And I know I am not fazed,

As I daze into the faint grey of all the days,

I realize the anger I’ve felt in one simple over-play,

By the glory of Christ,

I’ve felt the price,

I might cry at night,

But really; I’m the one who’s lost the fight,

 

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