Richard Kent

In a world waxed cold.
Love seems forgotten.
Heartache, and the tears of mankind fill the spoiled air.
Where in our hearts have we placed the insipid seed?
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In these tangeled webs of human error,
Souls lost, and confused; blinded by the darkness,
blind in the dark.
The hands of fallen angels decieve the minds of our children.
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Along the darkened hallways of life I walk.
Pictures on the walls reveal the past mistakes.
The struggle to reach the light at the end of the
hallway.
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A war within myself.
Both sides fight to rise above the other.
Does good always conquer evil?
Who will provail?
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