I'm kinda late with a few postings here. I totally wasted my weekend: sorry everyone! I'm still in the spirit of InkTober! >_<'''
Key word was "Build". Now, I could have done a carpenter picture, or a body builder, or a mad scientist making a robot creation... but no. I wanted to use Build in a different context.
Here's the poem below:
"Danger dwells behind these cells
of brick and mortar build
Rust and Mold And Rage untold
will one dat get you killed."
Basically this prisoner wanted out. badly. The old building... just gave way under his violent exit. They just don't build jails like they used to, or if they did, they got old and broke down over time!
, traditional artwork
2 weeks ago
08 Oct 2019 10:16 CEST
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