Sobered by the rain
but the wasteland still stinks
My animal is an angel
on the hunt
knocking down doors
seeking for
where justice
is coiled
What you need is a snake
but all they’re selling is venom
My angel is an animal
begging for its bite
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by Scott Thomas Outlar / June 2nd, 2019
Sobered by the rain
but the wasteland still stinks
My animal is an angel
on the hunt
knocking down doors
seeking for
where justice
is coiled
What you need is a snake
but all they’re selling is venom
My angel is an animal
begging for its bite
This article was posted on Sunday, June 2nd, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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