The Grateful Dead Poem by Paul Warren
The Grateful Dead
The fire was cast forward on the wind
From Hell it came with fiery breath to begin
As it scorched the earth on dragon's breath
Blasting everything as the world was swept with death
Those that were not consumed within the fire
Knew their situation was so very dire
And they thought to themselves in their silent song
Perhaps the grateful dead were right all along.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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