Friday, 20 June 2014

The plight of a lost soul demonised and left to rot in a hole

Everlasting was the love shown from all who met them,
Commiserations were said and grieved by many,
However, they were all deceiving themselves,
For they never cared a damn, only a few gave as much as received,
Sadness, tears, the end of an era is near, for the one whom they now mourn,
Spits on them, from the afterlife with degradation and scorn,
For selfishness rules and is led by many fools, for only fools begot, begat,
Perhaps to surrender and never once to duel; the fighting is over now,
When my soul rests ones weary spirit, when life is gone death is pretty cool.

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