Fret not thyself in anyway what evil thou doth do.
To be true to thyself is that which shall be true.
do what thou anger shall increase.
and thy wrath become a beast.
the wicked have drawn out the sword.
to slay the rich and greedy.
come come crawl on ye fallen great.
and return everything to the poor and needy
..the end of time...the crack of doom...
..on the horizon...prophesies of gloom...
in flame the thunder cloud decends
destiny darkness the journey never ends
Comments on this poem/writing:
|sarah (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, October 12 2003, 08:03 pm|
this is the best
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