Singing Bird Die Poem by Snake Blocker
Singing Bird Die
Satan is the one you've chosen.
In this lifetime, no one else lied like you;
Never thinking of another;
Giving love completes the lie;
In my heart I hold no other betrayal;
Nightmares of marriage vows make me vomit;
Giving all—I'm left with pain;
Believing God will heal.
Intending to keep my hit list;
Realizing that you are a witch;
Dreams are yours but you are accursed.
Singing Birds were born to fly but you will surely die!
Revenge is not any solution to rectify the humanity level on the surface. We have practiced more, have been practicing yet. Tragically it has com back to us. We have fallen into the ditch we digged with our own hand..... Better the singing bird try to sing its own, that could one a far future erase a brush of dark from light within. Thanks for sharing..........................Pranab k c...................................10
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5/3/2024 3:37:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree Pranab, Revenge is like sleeping with a rattlesnake! It's a poem about darkness.