Melting the pot, cold not hot will be heating the kettle
Building shut down whenever I frown upon the froth
My heart beats and it meets a stranger’s mettle
I find I’m not made of cloth
Danger is sweet, sweet is fleet, and I’m a ninja
Darkness a friend and so is my end, my death be bitter
While I leave an ancient weave of classic avenger
Like a crude critter
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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