Hope McPeak
Poems by Hope McPeak : 12 / 12
Wicked Dreams
Fallen Angels,
Falling Angels;
Raining lies
And pouring hate.
Thou's heart of darkness shalt not rest,
Thy evil is putrid and black at best,
Thou's sickly soul shalt not sleep.
For wicked dreams,
Thou soul dost keep.
Hope McPeak
Submitted: Saturday, May 05, 2012
Poems by Hope McPeak : 12 / 12
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
In the eyes of God, all sin is equal.
Don't keep a sickly soul.