Twisting Atoms Poem by Paula Glynn

Twisting Atoms



The atoms twisted, burned with rage,
For no atom could stay in its place.
The river burned with fire and blood,
All the rage pouring from Satan's love.
The spirits fired their heated blood,
They to burn with Satan's love.
The flames of hell burned from the fire god's hand,
Now only the dead left to inherit the land.

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Paula Glynn

Paula Glynn

Essex, Britain
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