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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Curse The Death - A Poem by Moe

"I've come to talk with you again..."

castles built by human hands
can always see an end
whither cry these barren lands
that once did beauty lend

tears that showered humbled souls
have dried to sullen eyes
twisted digs these cratered holes
whose depths find truth in lies

tides will wash away what stood
till all that's left is him
curse the death of all that's good  
destroyed by senseless whim

~Moses

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