Thundered Lightening Spreads Clouds So Near. - Poem by Michael Gale
Hip hop-slickety splits, All ideals are not great hits.
What has words been written in time? ...
Lonely, lonely-deserted rhyme.
From this once holy, imaginative explosivley-scattered...
Failed to one's own self-which really did not so much matter.
The end is nigh as on clouded horizons...
Punished by God-to all his evil'd betraying minions.
Escaped hearts filled with fear...
Hopely a forgiven forgive'd-dueness as near.
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