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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