Endurance* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Extreme dread which occurs in pens where this event happens, found actively caught hens activity in endurance, weighing victims in dens priced all for exchange.

Men's concepts stated yielding this deformed insanity, inspiring the thought of not being helpful in times to pity, faker in a cold, sly dark city, by slick words that took fruit.

The rule is taught here for you that yields its values, heard the train bell running I must get there, enjoying 'all abroad' a mere set, read now.

A small 'magic stone' to heal settled this riding rock, ignored shakes as the vessel departed the dock, made sure the lock was 'simply' relaxing by a say heard ah!

Bong sounded takes out a bad memory goodbye, freed a paid journey 'a song' glad 'the path' to a resort, set 'downfall' a serene peace to aid no wrong.

This tiny back tap, before returning to my old self, gives timeout, looking inside the dark sap viewed 'haunted house', 'silence' of the mind deep sleep, quietly nap.

The tour of endurance gets 'hungry' because of its thirst for poetry, a sour or a sweet delight served to all: pour a glass of wine as you eat and say good!

Poems written about struggles to face a life in endurance, presented fact scented handling a threat or love, expressions of views none of them repented just to please.