I Did Immeasurable Harm

50210344297dd

Faithfully brought forth, going into the desolate land of the generous minor’s who work tirelessly for their days wage. Blood pumps into the veins of the weightless canvas, that was motionless before a time where truth was motherless. Wardens eat from their trough of privilege, as he contemplate’s in wonderment for they cannot be sure it will end without brute mediation. Doing immeasurable harm, he scoffs the one’s who attempt to alter the plans made.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s