Fire And Brimstone Poem by sean north

Fire And Brimstone



Burned this skin
with a cigarette
this jesters days
not over yet

so drink your fill
of sad regret
with hands of time
to help forget

and shake off these
coats of treachery
with open arms
to finally see

you can never
call them your 0wn

Y0ur Fire
and Y0ur Brimstone

Wednesday, June 14, 2017
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