Spell Binding Fate
I must confess to watching the history channel religiously
Quite frankly I find it spell binding
It overwhelm's my mind witnessing act's
That become historical documented fact's
And what I am watching is war
Paid for in blood, on the graves of a million tortured soul's
Death's parting gift the gift of sadness untold
Death will never grow old, does not shiver when cold
It just lies in wait under the guise of fate
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2011
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