Soul ThiefA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioDevil.. Uncanny..
Clothes nicely pressed, he was impeccably dressed, long hair with a touch of gray, rather effeminate in an odd way, with dark horn-rimmed glasses, that made his eyes stray short, stocky, but not too cocky, a far cry from a pitch-fork, red jumpsuit and horns, but he was there collecting souls, walks up to the dead politely, and before he takes it he warns, he collected on a premise that the dead have no expectation of privacy, as they could all see, and they understood the living’s apprehension whether or not you feel the grief, he takes the souls with little tension, but good-looking or not he still is the soul thief. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio
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3 Reviews Added on January 23, 2009 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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