The Unknown Flame #3

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By Arcassin Burnham


Faced with a rude awakening, a man-made prophecy
With low life exceptancies, get you a teacher,
Provoking truth like the boy that cried wolf and a sky full of vultures
And ground full of sheeple,
Not the beginning nor is it a sequel,
The cultures To disarray good hearted people,
Lines are still crossed, leaders think it's special,
Praying only to Him to bring down the vessel,
Hope you got your survival shoes on,
What you need a damn shoulder now?
To cry on when your time is running out,
Father time from this dimension wouldn't even be proud.

  • Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2017 12:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-unknown-flame-3.html
  • Category: Letter
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