Predict
Not weathering unorthodox
my writing never stall,
a nasty omen not respect
ungodly not withdraw!
Then draw the line on solitude
forever resting, spall
functions as evil's interlude
embracing where with all!
Some compromise to not inflict
the war games endless fall
the move continues to the quick
but enter not the gall.
The line of doing's registrar
uneasy to install
as monetary service, pick
a winner, loser small!
To kill or not to kill console
and numbers Faith's conflict
while time to save the precious soul
is shortened . . . . . by predict!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2015
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