the ambiance here is duller than tombs:
Grand Re-Opening of Al Capone's vault
with the sad hollowness of barren wombs
no televised coverage, (not my fault)
more than financial matters in default
(the audience is not paying attention)
full frontal attack/ internal assault
opening portal/ different dimension
reveal contents with great apprehension
rural and urban legends to debunk
booby traps, (treasure maps failed to mention)
this vault is empty, save for random junk-
no treasures here, (unless deeply buried)
seal this empty vault. Emotion carried...
- Author: Duke.Raoul ( Offline)
- Published: November 10th, 2017 15:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
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