Lawrence S. Pertillar
Works Of The Demon - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Bomb them down you do,
For sick addicting reasons.
Cracks the walls you build to deceive.
Disturbing are your stealthy steps,
On your own soil to control and perplex.
You claim straight face...
But your eyes delight with these deeds.
Your objective to hunt others.
And images of yours
Reflects on shattered tower beams.
And when revealed...
These wounds will never heal!
Works of the demon,
Are peeling off your heels!
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