Dark Poetry #4 |
Shotgun |
pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
What I can't see becomes clear when I press And push through the sheet of fresh blemished flesh I find it inspiring to squeeze And tinker with the facts Faded behind eyes and tissues of lies I see why Christ denies My skin doesn't blend With the next of kin From a war which needs amend The shells with a violent story Which tells of hurried Breats after answers and deaths with cures Only in another world Will the stake of truth Puncture through Empty and ignorant The knowledge of A blind falling and fallen world Our peace will pursue Another life through The meat of discordance Lifting what I don't understand This truth will show oncordance And the reasoning behind an Armold Paole (Paul) hand |
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Again Junior Member
since 2008-05-13
Posts 47 |
This is a really intense poem. Really good. |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
Wow this is very powerful.. I like your style. Keep it up! ~Zach~ |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
thank you. |
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