<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368391" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mercenary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soil as his witness, walking on footpaths<br>Self-laid, the soul a renegade<br>No ownerships of the reckless heart<br>Except for an illusory god, hung by a thread<br>The soul pacifier in this no man's land <br>Walking in alleyways and backstreets<br>In cocaine country, pushed by the palms of fate<br>To a frontier, where destiny is snorted up the nostrils<br>To soar to the heights of Seraphim, towering above the heavens<br>A shrouded mission of a lone warrior, a man of many masks<br>Blending in to the theatrics of the narcotic kings<br>As humanity is razed for their daily wages<br>Where powders reign, deceptively virgin in hue<br>On table tops and within hollow chambers of ungainly barrels<br>As law men fall like the Amazonian rainforests<br>Logs of human flesh covered in sanguine coats<br>Floating on to river banks and beds<br>Yet he thrives in this bloodshed landscape<br>A chameleon in thespian action, fusing in to the bleakest of backdrops<br>Even snorting bliss, as anointment, an investiture to a ominous practice<br>For a resonating fraternity within a prospering cartel<br>Waiting for kismet to lend in a gentle push, for the final chapter<br>To spell the doomsday for a thriving trade<br>A crusader with a heart of a lion and the loyalty of a templar<br>Sketching the Armageddon of powder's hold</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dilantha+Gunawardana">Dilantha Gunawardana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368391" data-title="A Mercenary de Dilantha Gunawardana" data-description="The soil as his witness, walking on footpaths Self-laid, the soul a renegade No ownerships of the reckless heart Except for an illusory god, hung by a thread The soul pacifier in this no man's land Walking in alleyways and backstreets In cocaine ..."></div> </div> </div>

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