My blood is spilled, my heart is crushed
Part of the sick game, you call love
You lick the blood from your tung, and roll your eyes
Your words a shining knife in disguise
Take away my pain, clear my sin
I cant be part of this never ending pain
You killed me long before, my blood was shed
I died bleeding to death.
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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