Morbid Souls - Poem by Josey Alfred
The hell resides much deep inside
The souls of crazy men who seek!
Might by looting, common assets?
And cause chaos by skillful blood sheds.
Their souls resides in frozen vaults
And their morbid minds stirs up unrest
And sponsor grief and blood shed wild,
Where even angels can’t enforce peace.
None can drive out these eagles from,
The seats of might they try to cling
With wanton crowds harping for pittance
Praising their masters glory vain.
Here none shall lead a peaceful life!
For knaves control those in harness,
Of states and shrines where puppets act
To enforce crime, with beacons for peace.
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