Darkness closed in on my mutilated
Soul
Misformed mind
Misfomed thoughts
And I scream for salvation but ears
Turned deaf,willingly unheard of.
Redemption is drowning in my
Morbid tears.
Cobwebbed in thoughts
Strangled in fear
Choking on memories
Floating in a hole of dispair
Suffocating words breathing on my neck
Like a tourniquet.
My mind is buried in dust
Voices in my head shrieking:
"Free us"
Let them be,let them run wild in your
Morbid mind
Let them ruin your last bit of light
And as you reach out for your
Relieve
You slip
And fall....
Weightless in your own
Thoughts.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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