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God's Curse |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
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No wind nor rain or preachers pain will soothe this land of floral green. Cursed be; thy tongue of truth... That swells the eyes and beats the brain The prosperous sound that I endure Through ill and pain and volvulus strain No bleat nor howl or treacherous scowl Will heal the heart of this dear land All scorched in grey where thistles rein Reeked by pain and acrid rain Spindly branches curled and frayed Thorn and twisted with decay Rotted graves of knaves and slaves Scorched torn rags with sinners tags All lorn in grey and stamped with pain No bird and bee that poets dream Will spare thy seed in times of need Through fog and rain that leeches reap. Death and silence leads this land Except the moans of those who groan Cursed be the flocks and weeds That choke the wise and those who dream. Wondrous spells from you and I Who wave our hands and wonder why? Just like the land, we live and cry! |
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