I That Because of Your Attack, Will Never Yield

I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield. No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field so yes, make merry with your hatred and false face as you pretend to be a true and great religious man, a fraud, with your camouflage, you are a total disgrace. I that because of your attack will never yield. Walking through majestic flowering meadows heart singing as an ancient soul in poetry's many pass ways ink will set and as my poetic words I be slinging while you slither around within your hidden dark byways. I that because of your attack will never yield. This solemn vow I choose to make because of hate in you as dawn its bright glory shares, my words will your evil haunt never are given blessings to those that wear masks of two with this new creation, you sad wickedness I now taunt. I that because of your attack will never yield. Robert J. Lindley,1-23-2020 Slam/rhyming poetry. ( A wolf in hiding, smiling behind its nasty evil nature ) Note: This poem is written about the one that hides to so falsely accuse, demoralize and try to destroy other poets. He that shall not be named but will suffer as all such hiding villains do. A shame and a travesty that such a wicked soul gets by with such reprehensible charades. Surely your envy/jealousy leads you to be a tortured and lonely but hideously wicked soul. Yet a judgment exists well beyond the scope of mere mortal man. Consider these words as a poetic truth that will one day see you face the judgment of your vicious and truly contemptible hidden deeds. Tis I, that now deeply pities an evil wretch, such as you....