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Mourning Mist Poem
Her head tilted back towards the darkened clouds,
Mocha curls rests on shoulder blades,
Lids shut tight hiding emerald eyes shedding crystals,
Water rushed from the grey sky,
Shades of ulysses butterfly flooded over flesh,
The drops pierced her tender pores,
Seeping under her pale skin,
Merging with her spirit as one,
Then remained.
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Mourning Mist Poem
He was unreliable in many more ways then just the one,
Stretched his black wings and left his family for fun,
Now his life is complete as he sits at a computer screen,
Leading others from God with *********** that is obscene.
Latching on to the innocent and those who are pure,
Hand in hand with satan to coax and then to lure,
Nothing worthy beats in his black little heart,
Throwing horrible contests to rip the sad apart.
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Mourning Mist Poem
Love is loyalty,
Valor with shield and sword,
Action within words.
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Images dance of nudity and skin,
Sprawled and spread with legs wide open,
Tempting and sneering with hooks to bring you to hell along with him.
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Mourning Mist Poem
Probiotic choice,
Center of diseases warn,
Talk to your doctor.
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Mourning Mist Poem
He called me insane,
Blasphemy is now his game,
It's Unforgiven
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calling someone with prophecy insane is called blasphemy, sorry for the bad news..
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Mourning Mist Poem
Narator loves me,
Dodging thorns and thistles,
I love you so much
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Mourning Mist Poem
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
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Mourning Mist Poem
Evening sorrows lay,
Happiness is out of reach,
Bows his head and cries.
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Mourning Mist Poem
C aught and snared
A nchored to a sharp hook
R ash choice of "food"
P roducing its' own demise
(rash in incautious of what it chooses to ingest)
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