Suffering There After Poem by Saint Cynosure
Suffering There After
We live in days of wickedness,
untrusting without care,
with love it seems but for one self,
and only hate to share,
The mother cries for loss of son,
tis a burden she must bare.
Cause war is hell upon the home,
for evil has no cares.
Lies are taught instead of truth,
builds a savage man from a wicked youth.
Blood is sweet upon the tooth,
screams return to laughter.
Its suffering there after...
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