The Coming Poem by Nate Mojica
The Coming
the demons creep out at night
awaiting for a chance
they stand glaring threw my window
as if
in some kind of trance
they
stalk
awaiting
for my knock
shall i
open up the seal
or shall i
pray to god
its locked...
and keep in sight something so real.....
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Monday, August 24, 2009
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