Hate
We seemingly walk beside
The broken mouse's
Who wage a war
In glass filled houses
With rose tinted windows
Where death resides
By and By
Empty Souls
And poisoned words
That spring from pages
From the middle ages
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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