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Hope’s Hollow – Part 21

A great battle looms, echoed death booms;
A swirling tsunami of souls burns in plumes.

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Hope’s Hollow – Part 20

This will not do!
She’s been born anew

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We are all Gods

We are gods of the world we accept

capitalism, climate change, depression, ego, global warming, greed, hell, mental health, nuclear war, poetry, society, war

Hope’s Hollow – Part 19

My crown, I’m adorned,
To be queen of your pain;
Wear your skin that I’ve flain.

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Hope’s Hollow – Part 18

That red violent day, killed those in their way;
The Order crusades, hunts those who won’t pray.

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Hope’s Hollow – Part 17

A grim procession parades; a toll must be paid
For the soul of a victim that could not have been saved.

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Hope’s Hollow – Part 16

Pan finally awakens as the buds of spring burst;
Though too late to save our sweet warrior being cursed?

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Battlecry

This earth, this home we’ve manned
With all the care of abusive lover

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Toy Soldiers

Driven underfoot as they point and they shoot,
As they vilify and deify, hatred takes root.

depression, future, nationalism, poem, poetry, politics, rhyme, society, soldier, toast, toy, war

Pure White House

Heathens all, whose skin is browned;
Children, caged, won’t make a sound.

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