Goodness Sake Poem by Pasquale DiMeola
Goodness Sake
Make them godless at your own risk
Slicing all beliefs with a sword
Then empathy is suddenly whisk
Without a sign to walk toward
As if this is their only shot
Must take as much as one can grab
To let the soul just slowly rot
With blind mice in a science lab
Till chaos joins with mayhem strong
And everyone is shoved to sea
Cause being right is always wrong
Since evil's day rules almighty!
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5/12/2024 3:35:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The last quatrain reminds me of Nostrodamus prophecies. I think your blood and his have been mingled in some ancient vessel.