Sight Of People Poem by Omiat Kings
Sight Of People
Sight of People
Sight of Blood
With Every step
a heavy thud
The lust within
swallows them whole
destroying dreams
destroying souls
Strikes of anger
will possess the Sight
'til possibly death
there will be only night
For night is cool
and day is hot
one you turn to
where the other you'd not
BUT!
Fear not of the
temptation to do wrong
for one must grip their soul
and one must stay strong!
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