Sure, we all are in Gods kingdom,
Not in Satan's perverse Dukedom,
And should well clear steer of whoredom,
A big challenge to clinched stardom
Often igniting sex freedom;
Never Saint Stephen's Martyrdom...
Still for microbes a sold condom
Birth control measures not seldom
Infected spouse for The Syndrome
Better get out of a doldrum
To shops go for Latex condom.
DUKES
Sacrifices offered in secrecy,
Secrets shrouded in darkness,
Fortunes of families
rose and fell accordingly
to birth a recycling;
New dukes born in duchies,
Many dukes reborn,
Old dukes extinct.
In being a holder of a dukedom
legends are born,
Turned into relics
as they pursue glory & wealth,
power and justice;
Yet, these ends up in vanity
despite trying to hoard their power
so they can be worshipped as legends
by their subjects and descendants
But cold skeletons they become,
Emotions withered away as shrubs
until they perish, nothing left inside
but dark soulless desire & ambition
that feels their bleakly world
with doom and gloom.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 10th May, 2020.
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