Whip Master Poem by Moth Harris

Whip Master



Simple yet deadly it's a factor of your breathing
When your hearts starts racing, pacing faster
the whip master here's it all, makes us fall
to his feet on our knees as we bleed
and are far forgotten...

Thursday, January 17, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten
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