Vision of animation
Through the darkness ages he has come, He is unarmed in life – yet he rules by force. He thinks he is alone – yet he is a majority. Within him lies the secret to the future… …He holds the key. Quick to take – slow to give, he shares with none – yet all share with him, he loves goodness of the heart – yet kills for sport. His speech is full of truth… but spoken with a forked tongue. Given all – He took more than need, given nothing – he asks why forgive him – and he’ll do all of it over again. “Who is he?” you ask… I, man – am he.
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JGH
From Durban, South Africa, love the sharks, wwe, arsenal... and occasional poet.
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