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Long ago the gift of butchery

was granted, and people gleefully

took up the standard.  Experience

led to greater slaughter, spreading hence,

twisted corpses, demons dance.

The weak, pitiful sheep lie terrorized

from the fury of the onslaught.  Slayed

are their dreams of a life where love rules.

In our sin lies our power, the tools

whereby, even God may die!

© 2018

If you enjoy these poems perhaps you might like to read POEMS: AN EXPLORATION OF LIFE.  My first book now available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle worldwide.

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