Sit back and see the world fall apart,
Were we all destined for this from the start?
Evil, from me, depart.
Writing some vivid rhymes for the times,
Still sitting back but this chair now reclines.
I can only put words together,
Digging deep to find poetic treasure.
Trying to keep a pure heart,
Jagged edges like the head on Bart,
Do we need a clean slate or restart?
I look up into the white clouds,
Trying to escape murderous clowns,
Managed to save up a few pounds,
But money chasing orchestrates shallow drowns.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2024 01:20
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Good write Bart, erm, Shaun. lol.
Lol.
You convey your message perfectly!
Thanks very much!
...;Let your hands be strong, ye that hear in these days by the mouth of the prophets, which were in the day that the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid, that the temple might be built.
Amen to that.
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