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An Unfortunate Reality

The world is a filter for the finest Naturally divided, Refined in detail, To strike revenge, To falter is to fail Now the frail remains of our undoing are cremated In his image The universe implodes Only the finest will be saved, The rich and the richer Those who spill blood, Not their own, Those who reap what the poor have sown The faces behind the Nations finest Haunt the dead and dying.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/23/2016 9:59:00 PM

Tina, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A

Date: 6/22/2016 10:21:00 PM

Tina, nicely penned. Enjoyed reading your awesome words today. ~YNR-SKAT~