Treasure Island

VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

(1988 OCTOBER 16 / RANDFONTEIN)

THE BULLET


The missile to explore the future
A hand-crafted weapon
A passport to happiness
A treasure, not found

A traitor causing destruction in the human battle field
A colossal sea of riches
An enormous mountain with a happy top

A foreigner that brings evolution
A long termed journey
A journey of three destinies before the treasure is reached
The runway is coarse, but yet is slippery

IF THE MISSION IS ACCOMPLISHED
BE SURE YOU'RE NOT DEMOLISHED


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Submitted: Monday, October 27, 2008
Edited: Thursday, May 06, 2010
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