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Jun 2014
Death was cloying, the serpent coiled around his feet;
The intimate raven caress before a silent, lethal strike;
Sudden and swift was the exquisite venom of finality;
All things solved in the course of endless time- clarity!

Relentless evils batter unceasingly in an ominous void;
Little to do but enjoy the sight of an impending drain;
Joyless fruition along the edges of this long black hole;
Beckon him a bit forward to a joyous  terror-filled fall!

Agony followed by the purest realization of  a descent;
Into a deadly maze of self delusion in the word of God;
It calls forth an accounting of his  egoistic sins-venality;
Leaving nothing to chance, his target- one more strike!

The blessed rain comes to wash away the dark balance;
Disaster encloses thee tender soul, a lifeless nothingness!
Misha Allport
Written by
Misha Allport  Fortaleza, Brasil
(Fortaleza, Brasil)   
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