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Stay Thy Hand

Contrary to what is known

About Tunguska’s hellish blast,

Contrary to all the dread

Engendered in those deeds of past,

Despite the anger close at hand

When loathsome fiends encroach thy space,

Regardless of the fury felt

When malcontents spit in your face.

 

Go gather up your fortitude

Hold all that’s dear, close to your chest,

Contain the beast you’ve locked within

Adjust till you’ve maneuvered best.

 

Then….

Unleash the very gates of hell

To vanquish those who would intrude,

Break the carapace of blood.

Then stay thy hand, preserve the crude

For them to agonise, reflectively,

Decisions made too cheap

And actions, injudiciously,

Commited indiscreet.

 

 

 

Marshalg

@theCoalface

Victoria Park Tunnel

7 April 2010

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