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Disenchanted Ideology

There were shades of tranquility aching 'neath civilization's cry, still blood was shed amid glorified borders of battlefield's convoluted calling, each magnified footprint pooled crimson filled ideologue's of disenchantment amidst revolutions of ill-chosen power, marching to drumbeats of fool's gilded dogma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 10/15/2016 2:54:00 PM
Very well stated. I have a poem, Beyond Reason, that I think you may like. Ciao.
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Date: 10/11/2016 10:22:00 AM
Forgot to click on the magic number 7. : )
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Paloma P
Date: 10/12/2016 7:42:00 AM
Gracias! :)
Date: 10/11/2016 10:21:00 AM
I think I've marched to those drum beats once or twice in the past. Eerily dark and deep Paloma. You've carved a brilliant nightmare from a dreamscape leaving it barren and cold. Blood drips and pools in the shadows your poem creates. Amazing poetry.
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Paloma P
Date: 10/12/2016 7:41:00 AM
Haven't we all? And wow, blood dripping...that's quite the review, thanks so much!