Crush the spirit of of a weaker man
Pour the blood into the wine
Seperate the crust from swine
Who shall so be left behind
Wither in thines embrace
Quiver thighs spread wide
To breed the lord my soul shall take
Causes for division in this jungle
No religion chooses to be humble
Brothern above idols
We are of common design
What is yours is just as well mine
Riped apart by constant degredation
Seperation, Genocide
lex Tallion
Rapture
Nothings resolved
Nothings forgiven
Nothing is left
Our crops run rancid
Our currency no longer
Our voices grow somber
Our bossoms have shriveld
Finally in morning are we united
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Awesome work. Great sentiments with nice style. Great write indeed. I rate it 10. TFS. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use search box if the page does open with the title of the poem.