Saboteur

Wilted pride
and severed tongue
the cry of freedom
but a faint echo
falling on deaf ears
Their blood runs clear
their souls forgotten
like great pillars that hold the walls
of an empty cathedral
Heartless children of a dying age
you betray your fathers and your God
while your self serving greed
wreaks the essence of evil
In the after
you shall taste the sting of eternity
in the company of your like

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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