Kill The Desires Of The Flesh Poem by Dominic George

Kill The Desires Of The Flesh



Heroic figure in a lurk
Observing a walking madness
The enemy is on amok
Bath in its own heartlessness

Guessing in milliseconds,
Moment for ambush

Machete ready at hand,
Calculate no rush

Beheading as an option,
Amok blood will gush!

Sunday, September 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: psychological
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