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A PRAYER FOR EVERY LIVING SOUL

Burning down all around EVERY LIVING SOUL.
UP IN SMOKE, You choked? That MIRROR YOU KNOW 
YOU BROKE? The flames you stoked. UP IN SMOKE.
Not a living soul has an ABODE to call their own. No
HUT NOR HOME.  Be stronger than strong sang the playing
Song.  Now WHO STIRRED THE VERB? EVERY LIVING
SOUL HEARD THE WORD.  "WELL, on the brink of the brim
Of a empty bottle of rum"  grunted the sober bum.

HOMELESSNESS  ABOUNDS.  BURNING DOWN ALL AROUND.
THE FIRES RAGED WITH MORE BLAZE. Then hear the
FURIOUS FLAMES FLICKER AND FIGHT FOR FUEL.
EVERY LIVING SOUL CRIED WITNESSING THEIR FUTURE
DIE.  
Up in smoke, cursed the soaring bird. Quenching, down CAME
The crushing DELUGE FROM HOSES, SEEMING to be every 
Where in mediocre DOSES.
"THE END OF LIFE AS WE KNOW IT " said my fine feathered
Friend first to fly.
The end of life as we know it, repeated I, and I AM ON  HIGH.
THAT'S THE WORD.  AMEN, AMEN AND AGAIN AMEN.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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