Thursday, 16 February 2017


Light up my way, dear darkness,
Patch up all my cuts, dear sword,
Give me a happy forever sadness,
Please curse me not, oh dear Lord,
I am drowned in a poisonous norm,
I am sorry, I am baptised in venom!

"Baptised In Venom"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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