Toxins Waste You Their Crimes
The blessed boys of Ireland, proclaiming another Soulful note; their favourite topic
Love, and a child upon an April morn, where a shot rang out; twas time's curtain torn
Resurrecting dreams thought lost while babies bled; heart's repressed by chains they wore
Ancient doctrine, from his Potter's fields ?
...."In Progress." *
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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