The Explosive Balloon

explosive needle trigger
the balloon
burst like eagle target the prey
and capture the hay,
something that
click the time gloom to loom
the moment to end

oh! come on
hold the fury of hate
quest the fume of death and look
up my day
who laugh the silent mood
for tomorrow's
dirt with doubt, never be the
beginning that ends
with vengeance than
to fraud
the darkness of
death

poem by Antonio LiaoReport problemRelated quotes
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