
This poem is about the loss of life and innocence during war times. Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Horror - Words: 211 - Published: 06-28-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3036758
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Stuck between paradise and rock bottom,
God bless this lovestruck iris with a kiss of life.
Never have been filled with so much bliss,
today remains only just a blur before human
eyes due to cigarette smoke. Jaded faded glory,
the dawn is an ugly black swan. Lingering about
the seashore, mother nature listens to her conscience.
Crying blood for tears, rage sets the world on fire and
turns to a brand new page in history. Everything keeps
on going downhill in the absence of faith and justice.
Uncontrollable, wrath is worth far more valuable than
mirth or a baby's birth. Living off a rosary, how long will
this newborn age of innocence last in hell's kitchen so
called prison? As pure as snow, Virgin Mary drinks poison
and bleeds crimson in the Lord's sanctuary. Breaking away
from heaven, Mary's loud heartbreaking screams block out
the sound of an angel's voice. Grief cuts like a sharp knife
through the atmosphere and sounds like harp music. Judgement
Day, it is so tragic and yet romantic at the same time. Angelic,
black magic lacks logic and the essence of true love. Everlasting,
war reigns supreme in this horrific fairytale of mine until Jesus
graces me with his presence.
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