Breeze Of FleshA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioEnd of Days
Breeze of flesh, streams of blood, a strip of land reduced to tin, and life so full of sin. Streets of bodies, tossed around like trash, angry creator, knows that for humans, nothing is in store, so he watches those traitors, while they continue the war. © 2008 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on December 28, 2008 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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