THUNDERING preachers tumbling into
dust, recycled mythology, submerged in
mutual exploitation, and a quick fix for
a fallen and a broken love.DIM echoes,
bathed in red, green, and blue, and a
fallen hero thats dead and baried in a
place called you.STUMBLING blocks
for insidious minds, better open up your
eyes, and find some thing greater then
your self.THUNDERING preachers.....
You have a great way of writing David. You really make me think. Take care, Sincerely, Mary
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a very skillful piece of writing!