“I smoked it to the filter edge, Watched the last drag of my self abuse. The last drag of my continued excuse. What a drag indeed?
Perhaps I should stop dragging my feet and fly being the Dragon , I know myself to be. I exhale, then breathe deep. And professed to the unseen: I am he who will carry the sacred flame
into the future so evil may be tamed by divine decree and hand, word and action forming the new worlds of man. I wake the dormant from their sleep, to slay false knights, sent by false kings, protecting the valley of heaven, with a righteous kill and lawful sin.”
Ricardo Hanley Jr.
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