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Dying roots

Many people I know have done disgusting things. I tend to pretend they wouldn’t perform such acts, either for the sake of others or for themselves. still the black bell rings. I can hear it through the cracks in their souls, and the wells where lost blood springs. It’s unmerciful, but also allowing, with the influence of it all, we still decide for ourselves. So in truth we have chosen this hell. I never fell to the points low as most, even still I have felt the screams and the smell. Though hollow they endure, these given opportunity, but instead self condemned. Until the day when they realize their selfish lifestyle is sin, and the game that they played was much worse than selfish, destroying others futures with their unforeseen death wish. Influence is all to remain once we’re gone, and they’ve tainted the beloved by doing these wrongs. Still exist, still stay strong, my recommendation to you. For a hope for a future, for the sake of the few.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/8/2017 10:34:00 AM
Well said Tony.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 9/11/2017 3:27:00 PM
I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
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Tony Brady
Date: 9/8/2017 9:10:00 PM
Thanks! :)