My words shall not depart from the mouth of your seeds seed:
God, who is left?
Only a remnant in a world bereft..
In the fallow field where thistles and thorns grow..
What now is hallowed the future behold.
Are all eyes blind?
How could they not see?
Hollow hell with the teeny ween..
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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This one feels like a lament straight out of the prophets; its barren fields, blind eyes, and just a remnant left clinging to the word. I like how the language starts strong and then fractures at the end, almost like the voice itself can’t carry the weight of what it’s saying. That unfinished line makes the whole thing feel even more haunted. 🕊️🙏
Friend, this reads like revelation and lament entwined. A scorched prayer for a blind world...brief, cryptic, unforgettable. Love the wordplay! Well done! Happy Halloween! 🎃👻 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A reprimand in a poem it seems scriptural yet more hauntingly playful. A great read
impressive, and haunting..
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