Kindred hands, overlapped with brass thimbles. Ageless in wonderment, win these battles forthwith and broadened shoulder length silver backs. Mindless paintings, inside the arrows of interests who aren’t blessed to find peace. The clock turns into a melted visage. Refusal to be beaten into submission, antiquated for the mass burial of fallacies. Tranquility lost in a brooms pieces and feathers flourished. Your eyes bleed for these causes, the sun pierced them as they gathered inside the village. Leaches suckle the spiritual essence from the body. Wealth through the ages felt in abundance, for you were swindled out of thousands.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger