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In the land of Gods and Monsters I am a fallen angel living in the garden of evil Every creature there is ruled by needs that are primeval With broken wings, broken heart, broken life Living on the edge of a knife One wrong step will be my last Long ago my die was cast Every night the monsters attack Of my soul they make a snack The Gods look on and laugh and point I cry, I plead, but they will never anoint I'm lost, I'm scared, but I'm trapped I can go no where And there is nobody that loves or cares And of all the wrong to me that's been done Being left all alone is the most tragic one
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Garden of Evil
A fool once said That “there is power and those too weak to seek it” As he burned upon the pyre of his own foolishness Blinded by willful ignorance as motherhood, The primeval weapon of life, Descended upon him like the sparrow pair Drive down the hawk And the mother car gouges The human hand that grabs at her kittens. Love carves open fools with Its power stretching back To when life first raged against the death Daring to take the newborn future of the world.
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
The Most Fearsome Power Of All
They are rushing furiously across a danger path. Trying to escape all foes in stark contrast. Light brightly shining their path. Escaping giant demons of wrath. The day of reckoning is over soon. Precious are the lives of a chosen few. Above and beyond the swarm cries too. Just the fleetest will do. As they were born above the ground. Crawling toward an evil and also hopeful sound. Across the ground these demons pound. The fault of some they found. Driving their fleeting heart even more. Kindly they beg the evil and demons who ignore. High in the clouds the evil soar. While the hopeful eyes of many are ready to look toward. As the demons pass. Steep trouble will find the many at last. High above the evil gathers it’s strength fast. Diving from the sky with speed blast. Some are plucked from the ground by the evil. It is feast or famine not to cause an upheaval. Soon few of the many will be safe in their home that is primeval. What these fleeting few have been through is unbelievable.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
The Hopeful Journey