The Fear Hunter — Smell The Coffee

Hefting my flaming sword I circle the bramble brush listening for panicked whispers of doubt and fear My oppressed bones have tired of terrorist games Even open-mouthed tables turn to stare Watching me in hot pursuit armoured in God’s glory… double-edged fury FULLY engaged © Vivian Zems Dverse poets-Bramble. Quadrille #108

The Fear Hunter — Smell The Coffee

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