Johnny Rhinem Poet I do not know?

A Mutte In Heat

Waking unto another day as Babylon and deep inside you know...
That it's going to be the same; trying to manufacture joy, from pain ?
Yet afore his sun ascends while shadows cling highnoon this rattling their
Chains of perdition; left screaming amid these tombs ? Tis everclear the tears
Bedevilled her brew his crimson's crew ? Gnawing, at your brain; with broken fangs.

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Debbie Guzzi October 3, 2013 at 6:40 AM Very powerful writing John, thanks for your comment on my silly verse! re:that comment we were gifted eyes to see God and all his/her/its creation while IN body once out of body we are 'senseless' people drive me nuts thinking they will SEE anything after they are truly and fully and completely dead, they should enjoy the gift NOW and stop having 'pipe dreams' of the 'after-life' XXXOO Debbie Guzzi October 3, 2013 at 6:40 AM We will all be reabsorbed into the body of god/him/her/it and that means there will be no self identity! anyway you got my juices flowing for the day thanks Light & Love