Ryan Tosh Poems

Is God kind and just?
Or is the devil more so
Who really is who?
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To learn a language
You must be level headed
You can't always know.
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With wings as black as night
I pray thee hear my plight.
The songs are sung,
The devil's tongue
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The night is darkening around me.
The trees reach their shadows toward thee,
Only the moon can hear my plea.
And knows of my want to be free
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Death comes easily,
But torture lasts a while
We must fight through it.
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Did you spot it, blinking in the dark sky like a beacon?
Did you feel the emptiness that it brings, unwilling to show us any signs of life?
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