Plasma CracksA Poem by SethForsaken
Plasma cracks through the rubble. Underneath, are the forsaken, their blistering fate everlasting. HE cast them down. Down from their Lords blood, thirsting they were for the prickling praise for taking the souls of thee. But HE keeps them locked away from carnage for the re-coming of the Era of Death. HE can’t deny the birth of The New Lord
© 2018 Seth
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StatsAuthorSethBritish Columbia , CanadaAboutI’ve been writing for as long as I’ve been able to, I love it. I just write free form more..Writing
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