Bill Steward

Hypacrite - Poem by Bill Steward

In dead of night
Angels cry
Tears of blood
Fill their eyes
Pray your god
May arrise
If he dosnt
All will die
It's to late now
Your god has failed
Where's your god now
And why does he hide
Where's your god now
And why do you cry.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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