Segregated ContemplationA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicVenture inside the well of broken bones Lurking await the skulls of fallen kings From biting cold or sickness in their breath Comes a shout filled with poignant memories
Murmur of death foretold the morning star His burning vengeance unleashed with raging wrath Chaos inflicted onto the world of selfish man Whose lust had driven through the borders of maligned
Greed prevailed through the days of demise For even in plague the scoundrel dreamed of troves Prayer in pain to quench the blackened tongues One hand to sky, one hand to hold the hoard
Struck and thrown to the dirt where they belong Purification of pieces that remained Soon none were left to witness cleansed expanses As all were swallowed by their own woeful filth
The well still craves for anguish torn deliverance Scriptures wake with dread engulfed in lust Their blood remains a warning to observe Of hanging threads that bind the mortal fates © 2013 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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