A pyramid of fear
he builds,
behind The Wall of Flame.
No one cross his line,
no one defame his name.
Like sheep
follow to the slaughterhouse,
their innocence betrayed,
hollow calls
from hollow walls,
not one life is saved.
10th March 2015. Bod Gyalo
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