The CrashA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenThe Crash So shallow the sinners who take their forgiveness from the Son of Man each and every day only to slaughter his lambs in the field. They set up stall in the temple of God to peddle their hate and the cheap thrills of the flesh they endorse, and when the pillars tumble it is not their souls that are crushed, not their heads that roll, not their children who starve. No it is the lives of the innocent that are lost, cast into darkness forever. And those bankers, they climb over the corpses of the masses to sit upon the piles their hate of human kind has created. There they seek in pious denial our forgiveness. 19/06/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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10 Reviews Added on June 19, 2013 Last Updated on June 19, 2013 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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