By the hands of my disciples,
My pupils, Chaos and Fear,
I send you my blessings from hell
In the form of of sorrow and sacred tear.
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Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing.
Chaos and fear! ! ! will never bless anyone! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The 'evil' souls that roam The streets in your shadow, Sever your flesh for you to bleed And the ground to become hallow. thoughts. sometimes strange. but facts and problems of the present world. tony
Sword in hand, good in heart We stand guard to equalize Every tear/ every wound And all the unaccounted cries. poems that provoke.. thinking loud.. thank u. tony