Stan Davidson, restaurateur, teams up with his old army buddy who heads up FBI¡¯s Atlanta office to solve the murders of three federal prison wardens. Two parallel plots ..
inoperable defects deep within
enflamed with every speedbump
snare and trap set to consume me
I soldiered on
Daddy didn't raise no fool
yet you are tar stuck to my boots
pushing my face to the concrete
making me kneel and cross myself
in a lonely temple
I don't belong
the saints are hollow
the air is dead
no candles lit
and the wind whistles cold
the confession of failure
I refuse to submit
false religion isn't me
foist your twisted soul on another
I take no quarter
and offer none.
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