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All Hell Break Loose
Scribbling back notes, the distortion of space
a disruptive pause from avarice's ire
surging downward, invading with such haste
God of apathy's malice for desire
chaos is sown, the green fields all across
death blooms, a total annihilation
stench everywhere, all tainted and embossed
a vacuum towards its oblivion
souls trapped inside, there's even no way out
shackled into eternal damnation
innocence is beyond borderline doubt
the hands from its very own conviction
clouded with outright abomination
made a grand entrance to your own prison.
Copyright ©
Jeffrey Dela Cruz
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