CrimsonA Poem by Phillip J Clayton
Blood will blanket the earth, I hope they choke on it!
Living in troubled times, don't say that's fine. The world corroding, life fading. Blind eyes turn away. Remember my words when you see my face. Death with or without hope is death, I killed everyone. Watch me die hopeless. © 2015 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on October 20, 2015 Last Updated on October 20, 2015 AuthorPhillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..Writing
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