Devils Playground
Devil’s Playground
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
While the moon sparkles on a watery garden of pretend,
Silence reverberates above the watery grave,
Broken only by the soft chime of a Buoy’s bell;
Satan’s realm is along the shores of dark places,
And humanity is being pulled
Toward a place where eyes can’t imagine,
And evil spirits run rampant.
We exist in a world fettered to material possessions,
And stargaze at a life of contentment
So desperately craved;
Our voices become slaves to our dreams,
We’re being rendered helpless,
Swallowed up in the headlines of the day;
The wind whisperings no longer have audible voice,
As rustlings detailing our lives become louder,
Words will cease to crawl along our tongues,
To ooze from our lips as poison;
Pain will be forever once earthly account is closed,
And on that day, where the worm dieth not,
“there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth”.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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