All a long they found me strong <br />tolerant as mother earth <br />wiping the dirt from their skin <br />where there's good there is no sin <br />in the end then all me friends <br />wouldn't want to shake me hands <br />frightened I might be the spy <br />that would catch them at each lie <br />long awaited anxious death <br />pressed them Pneuma from my breath! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Madrason 06082014 <br />*************<br /><br />Madrason writer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pneuma-from-my-breath/
