Rise Upon This Wickedness

M. C. Vollmann


 The Power Of Pain, 

To Be Taken From A Vein,

Ripped Out And Slain,

Like Being Hit By A Train,

It's Hard To Explain Being Drowned In This Shame.

Following The Light And The Love From Above,

The Truth Aint To Be Ashamed Of, It's Just What We're Made Of,

It's A Rarety We All Have In Common.

We Need To Follow The Father,

Hallowed Be Thy Name,

With The Wicked In This World Never To Be Tamed. 

For Abuse And Trafficking, It's All To Be Blamed,

Picking One By One, Waiting To Be Named.

With The Messed In This World, Changing Their Shape,

Children Tied Up Waiting To Get Raped.

We Can Only Pray To Get Saved,

And Rise Upon This Wicked Old Place.


-M.C. Vollmann.

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M.C. Vollmann

  • Author: M.C. Vollmann (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2023 18:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: This Worlds (NOT) Okay, We Can Only Pray To get Saved. The Fathers The Only Way Out. Its time To Rise Upon This Wickedness™...
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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