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How can it be

That they sour their own meal

Do they not see

 That the feast lies just ahead

When will they know

 That the joy that they steal

Will not wash

From their hands stains of red

Let him without sin

 Step forward to proclaim

It is his right

 To erase your free will

Broken are the rules

 Of humanity for shame

Playing God

They will judge even still

Foul is the air

 With the rotting of flesh

As the wicked dance

 Through fields if their mire

Rejoice of revenge

 In their wake of distress

Of your faith they will test for desire

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

oooh, nice. i like that. revenge is a dish best served cold. nice, oozes passion and power. different from your other poems, but still has that special mr lopez touch. i loved it. thanks for sharing.

[octane143]

Very powerful my friend!

Let him without sin

Step forward to proclaim

It is his right

To erase your free will

No one can take your free will, it's a gift from God, and it's one of the few things "they" cannot take from you. A great read, very thought invoking!

[James Jason Dye]

Indeed.