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Moonlight; shining upon thy collied, weary heart.
Her visage, so doleful, scarred with an age of many failures.
Her eyes, like a dilapidated sea, serving as residence to only Death, and his many friends.
But if 't be true thy continueth to gaze at the surface, and behold beyond darkness, thee wilt discover what wast shrouded by thyself;
A red, luscious, rose, which releases a boisterous, fragrant aroma to all
Unblemished by time, by age, by failure; by anything.
Her wonderful aroma seeps through the dark, scarred surface of the moon.
(2018)
Woke up inside a dream of flames and ashes
Burning bridges and damaged homes
Families fighting and dying without remorse
Looking up in the sky with dust and rust
Bullets and missiles filled the red atmosphere
Carrying multiples of gases and deadly smokes
No animals are worth living in the Earth's Hell
Where was the source of this carnage?
Goverments collied with ruthless aggression
Over control, power and wealth
Mother Earth is dead under the feet and lifeless bodies
Scared children and those trying to survivors
Seek shelter underground till wars are over
Hearing a bullet coming from the opposite direction
Piercing straight through my exposed chest
Waking me up out of the terrible dream
my horse my horse how art thee why abate my kingdom to beseech thy fruits of your
labor , he collied autumn beteems their childing eyes proclaim for art thou i must apace
neeze ere i jump through he loop onto the margent