Benczar Vitug Poet Rhyme

Scorful Song of Sorrow

A scornful Song thats' undesirable and unstoppable. 
Where our flesh holds a thousand stripped souls. Dimminshed by its inablity of 
resistance. 

Our mind and soul manipulated, 
and blurred from all source of benevolence. 
Abducted by this incarciration
pulled by an abyss of departed spirits. 
We're compelled to compress into the compulsion of hellish proportions. 
And fed into our hearts'the compunction of betrayal and denial of his prime expectations. 

Departing from our flesh as were sitting at the core of ignited brimstones,
our souls are surroneded by flames left deathless.
With inflammation and suffocation surronding our nation.The trembles of it's terror are 
abruptly endless.
Where screams are seen but not perceived 
the heavy splash of blood is but a scornful song of sorrow in the temple of his 
mercifulness.

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Nick Bagnall February 23, 2012 at 6:30 AM You've typoed the title, I'm not convinced by your apostrophies. I found the scene you've set very graphic, and loved the use of so much vocabulary. It was a rare pleasure to read something of this style, enjoyed.