The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Death and Destruction has no name

Wicked it did pleasure its own hole
That was written in power and never in a soul

The future was never in the hands of the wicked
The world was never in the tight spot

The soul became the enlivened one
And the world never Forgot

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