Spirited Work

I never lost hope in the face of fear
How could I when I had met the ghost of me
Casualties fell by the wayside, as I fastened my attire
Abide And Remain In Endurance is the hometown of my calling
Inundated whiplash from the minor terry shall not subdue
I have been expecting this, as Mother Mirror receded my stone
Savages on the prowl shall not feast my loins

5.10.14

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  1. blazethepoet's avatar blazethepoet says:

    Amazing great words

    1. Aubrey's Arch's avatar aubreysarch says:

      I thank you kindly.

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