Crossing raging rivers in
the dead of night. Finding
court where all lay silent
and still. Tricking minds
with calm, pulled under by
the tide of an ocean fronts
whirlpool.
Valley promises life in
peace stricken silence.
Storms drowned all in
crimson red. All gather
where none wish to
stand, crops dry up
where no life is found.
Cold warms body within,
the damned always forgotten.
Heat of hell enlightening as
it scorches out last embers
of peace. All rises when riches
are found on bloodied knees.
Barrel burns brain damaged
thoughts, caring less of wars
regretted. Bleeding out fruitful
seed, cold heart found where
all proceed.
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
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