Trials and Tribulations

by Seronum   Apr 28, 2007


Judge and be Judged
Without a heart, without a soul.
With all our dreams devoured whole.
Within a shell, within the storm.
Loved ones lost while killers born.
The dying days continue on,
in this religious enigma
such a puzzle to unravel
till we reach that last breath.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    This poem was short but your choice of vocab made it very strong. Really loved this. Great work~mel

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