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Hands of Destruction

Within the streets the bodies burned; No human hand available to put ashes in urns. What lead to this state was fear, hate and violence. Rendering everything, normal and known, to utter silence. Why did this happen? And how could this be? All that flourished is now decimated, pertaining to society. Those who ruled shunted their power and that all prevailed. Bequeathing metal and chemicals to air, the sky and earth were assailed. The eruptions, aground, incinerated and seared; Within these milliseconds, Lucifer leered. Betwixt his lips issued a whisper, His tongue lolling about in a serpentine slither. “Mere men need no malevolent coercement, For evil lurks within their conscious contentment. The destruction was bestowed upon them and their land, Not by mine, but by their own hand.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/24/2013 7:27:00 AM
You have much talent Casey, I hope you keep writing.
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Casey Strong
Date: 7/25/2013 9:10:00 PM
Thank you Richard. I've had a lot of stuff going on lately and haven't written much in the last 3 or 4 months, but I'm starting to more and more lately.
Date: 11/25/2012 12:15:00 PM
so true Casey,so true,great write
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Date: 11/23/2012 4:28:00 PM
Wow, this poem is spectacular, by far one of my favorites I have ever read (and I'm not just saying that). Is it published or what? It's really good, and you are extremely talented... I've read some of your other poems as well. You should visit my site: poeticpossibilities.tk ! I think this poem could have a really good chance of winning one of our contests! Wish you the best with your poetry and I hope you get published! : )Jacob Cramer
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Casey Strong
Date: 11/24/2012 2:57:00 PM
Thank you for such high praises of my poetry Jacob. It and the others are unpublished at the moment. I feel poetry isn’t my forte compared to the other writing venues, so your kind words mean much to me.

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