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Rapture
The sickness will spread
Across the plain
The sun streaked meadows
The iced over lane
Searching and infecting
Innocent turned suspect
Hate and greed
Turn pure hearts rancid
Heed this warning
Make no mistake
Night tilted to day
The rapture will take
I like this.
I like this.
thanks!
thanks :)
Tilted Night
"night tilted to day" is a fine line ~A~
thanking you
thank you for your comment :)
love it
love it, taco. it comes alive from the title to the sound to the flow to the rhythm of your poem. truly a masterpiece. well written and displayed. keep them coming.
wow :)
really, thank you for your comment- this means a lot to me :)>
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