Joseph Burchett Poet Rhyme

The Informed

We are informed before birth
Yet we all stray the dark roads
Playing Russian roulette with our very souls

We are informed of the consequences
How ever this world can seem to have no fences to not cross
And we must rely on our own common senses to not suffer any loss

We are informed by our maker
Of a dark soul taker
That will try to corrupt us with every lie
As we wait here confined to the earth
To draw our last breath and die

                                Written by author Joseph Adam Burchett  2/9/12

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Robert Pettit February 11, 2012 at 5:29 AM I hope those playing Russian roulette don't wind up like Christopher Walken near the end of "The Deer Hunter". This is a decent write.