Tag Archives: Chance
Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
Gangsta Wood
–
you
Make me
Smile
With
your Ire;
you Won’t
Make me
Change
my Stance
Not a
Chance.
I am
Solid
In
the Power
Of
my Pen,
Another Win.
Try To
Hide It
In
a Pile
Or
Mire;
Liar,
It Is
Fire.
Jump Up
&
Down,
Dance Around,
you
Can Not
Escape
the Pyre.
Savage Tunes
From
a Burning
Lyre
my One
Desire;
Sired
#B27321
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https://theprose.com/post/45511/gangsta-wood
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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy
If you were tied down at some rich man’s party,
about to be fed to a giant spider to entertain the guests, what would your final words be?
This is an important question.
A
Sporting
Chance
Is
All
I
Ask
#B27321
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