My Poetry

June 28, 2012

Dustin Kensrue - Disarmed



"Unassailable you waited, the great enemy of man, 'till your awful jaws were sated, and we were ransomed from your hands. So,where's your landslide? Where's you victory? Tell me now, where's your sting? Now that you have been disarmed we will cross over unharmed!"

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