Nothing.
The curse of my weary soul.
Silently suffering -
the absence of feelings
Leaves me empty...
Makes me tired,
Yet it drives away my sleep!
... Filling my nights with horror
Every encounter with the devil
chilling me down to the bone...
That menacing laughter turning
my tender heart to stone.
What could the diabolical meanings
Of my night terrors be?
Demons disguised as flies?
Swarming around my head!
Colour left my cheeks.
Never came back.
- Fatal became the sleep that
I so inconveniently lack.
...When the dark moon rises
and the world is sound asleep,
From the depths of hell
evil beings creep.
Talons designed to slaughter the kind -
he who sees it goes instantly blind...
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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