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A Season of Tyrants

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In seasons of great tyrants, love is slain. Despotic virus rules throughout the lands. Destruction of the millions brings no gain. Atomic power rests in godless hands, who have the means to shelter from black rain. Perhaps the precipice of World War Three. Once more self-centered masters preach in rage. Sick people deemed controllers by decree, power acts of cruelty on life’s stage, their legacies renown in death’s debris. With boldness threats are spoken, so it seems. Fervently pray to rescue Mother Earth. Let goodness rule to fight satanic schemes. Its aura spreading peace for all it’s worth, as mushroom clouds will cease to haunt our dreams. 10/17/2022 THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS

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