G.O.DA Poem by Andy LewisA start over, and ending
Thus the sounds grow in treble, astounds the simple delicate.
Has thy gone on long enough, applauding a fear of elegance. They'll tremble now, oh' how they will tremble now... Our vehicle to destiny, a trophy to blaspheme. All the while they'll shall never. A stoic nerving gaze hopeless, fragile as before now lasting forever more. A tidal wash of guilt, string to bone. A somber mine of lashing, grit to stone. They'll tremble now, oh' how they will tremble now. So over after... Oceans of calm, stirred pools of season. The hallow gone, death by reason. We trembled then, oh' how we trembled then. Savoir on wings, not far to the truth. But a single significant choice of the muse, satisfied. War the called them, death and war. Shadowed by veils of unclinged tapestry, vibrant of art. Pests they shouted, vile and unclean. Pustulant sores in tainted mouths, like lies to the youth. Starving we screamed, our loins echoing. A hollowed insomnia, never ceasing to be claimed. We trembled then, oh' how we trembled then. The sun warms or graves, we sprout limbs to reach for its light. Last time, we hadn't had the right... - we're not acceptable - © 2015 Andy LewisReviews
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StatsAuthorAndy LewisPortsmouth , OHAboutHello... My names Mark A. Lewis, but you can call me "Andy". I live inba small town on the banks of the Ohio river. I've always liked writing ever since I was a child though I'm sure I'm not that gr.. more..Writing
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