I cry out to god
with no avail
afraid to die
afraid of hell
placed here through
no fault of my own
a cake on the table
but told not to eat
for when i did
my life would be complete
angels and demons
pulling from both sides
i`m rolling in a ocean
caught up in the tide
no place to run
no place to hide
emotions building up inside
paradise a place of beauty
and a place of lust
brought forth from the man of dust
eve
now twice deceived
after that demonic encounter
she has conceived
cain brought forth
from the pitts of hell
now on the earth
and here to dwell
so when you read
about isis
think of eve
in her crisis ...
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Author:
Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2020 20:37
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Well done Ron.
thank`s good to see you back
I missed writing here. I also missed reading all the great poetry here. Thanks Ron.
my pleasure
A fine write Ron.
thank you for stopping by
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