Mine Enemies 2k11

Art thou perhaps harborer's of evil? Hast thou not remorse thy deeds ill occurs? For dost thou seest thy fallen sanity ill? Henceforth unto thou I say - Avaunt Curs! Forsooth Serpents speak with a forked tongue, Untrue living - thus foolishly unsound; Slithering disrespectfully among... Unto thou I say - What goes round comes round! Art thou perhaps wolves therein sheeps clothing? Senseless cowardly acts notorious. Shall forgiveness find I for once loathing? For history repeats - good victorious! One cannot perform God's task to judge! Praying of they am I holding not grudge.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Wesley Avatar
September 13, 2011 at 7:42 AM
A medieval rhyme at its best! You have great syle Tony and the story is beautifully written to commemorate that awful day. Always enjoy your unique way of rhyme!
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