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Father
Smiles painted
All in red
Bury bodies
Raise the dead
Poison nails
Feel the wrath
This shallow breath
Shall be your last
Hang the traitors
Hell will rise
Annihilate
The Devil cries
Clouds of crimson
Turn to grey
Father clocks
You've only days
Forgive me Lord
For I confess
I had no choice
I've nothing left
Nothing could quite
Match the taste
Of lives run dry
And skulls defaced
All in red
Bury bodies
Raise the dead
Poison nails
Feel the wrath
This shallow breath
Shall be your last
Hang the traitors
Hell will rise
Annihilate
The Devil cries
Clouds of crimson
Turn to grey
Father clocks
You've only days
Forgive me Lord
For I confess
I had no choice
I've nothing left
Nothing could quite
Match the taste
Of lives run dry
And skulls defaced
Published 20th Apr 2020
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20th Apr 2020 3:44am
I Love this Concise poem of Malice so beautifully formatted .... Excellent submission !!!
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25th Apr 2020 11:19pm
Remember we all will have to live and answer for are actions. God doesn't unless he wants to. Overall I enjoyed the write.
11th May 2020 8:13am
11th May 2020 8:26am
Thank you so much for your feedback. I was pretty hesitant to post this one.
