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Revenge

by manuel-hutchinson-iii

By: Manuel Hutchinson and Glenn Currier Politics on a Facebook page Replied with such rage I sat in shock for we’d held her at baptism kept her overnight tucked her in like good godparents do all the tender moments we knew but now a pinch in my soul my heart’s racing pace felt like a flight from grace. I didn’t expect the monster to rise. The taste of bell flowers is so sweet, Even the devil smiled at me. He caught my soul asleep, As he picked up the double edge sword. I should have never turned my back that day, I made a commit to walk on heaven’s grace. But chains on my feet prevented me to walk towards faith. I’m living with my eyes closed, Is this what happens when you embrace the pain?! Rolling along Singing a song it felt so good to be high in joy not since I was a little boy was the air so free but then the email dripping with sarcasm cut me deep with its slice of sad like dad used to do when he was mad. I thought I’d forgiven the cuts but now I’m in their clutch the cape of this demon covers me I’m bound in anger without a key I got the whole wide world, in his hands I got the whole wide world, in his hands. I got his tears weeping in my hands. I finally understood Vengeance doesn't make you a man. Now I reaped what I sow, Loved how he burned my soul. He said is it to late to confess my sins? "God let me be free! I'll never meet Lucifer again" The truth is unfortunate, Because only the creatures of my past life answered him. sins of a little boy clipping the wings of toys was the joy watched angels descend they never knew I was the one who poured that bleach at her baptism. this is only one monster under my bed. All my life, I never chose to open my eyes When I did, I saw the devil As he came for his Revenge.
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manuel-hutchinson-iii
22 / M
Published
Jun 13, 2019
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4m
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©Glenn Currier ©Manuel Hutchinson

First collaboration poem! All thanks to Glenn with his amazing skills and mind. Feedback would definitely appreciated, thank you for reading!

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