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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep lives taken by the billions where death is a must. Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep, great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust. I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet. Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat. My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game, cherishing each hour my evil desires are met. Men have called me many great and dastardly names paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet. So few can resist my alluring and dark charms As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms. R.J. Lindley, July 25th 1977 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 169 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 134 (edited today before posting to meet uniform 12 syllable verse count) Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977... Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood raced through my veins wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow. In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains' never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know.. New Note-- A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood.
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