The Devil is dead

prose poem.The bob dyan type.

The evil one is dead,we fought but l prevailed.
There will be peace in the world for war is in the grave with him.
There will be nomore sorrow or hunger and people will know no hate.
Now is the time for brothers and sisters to persue a common purpose,
The reconstruction of lost hope and love.

ALL we will know is happiness,the kind we had long been denied by that treacherous villian.
He had no heart,
I couldn't bare to watch him feast on the sorrows of man,
I had to put him down for good.

Be merry,
oh children of man,
Shout out for joy,
Our persecuter has been terminated,
Along with his contract,
I had to do it,
For you and for me.
His grubby hands will no longer smear us with his malice,
We will at last enjoy this beautiful place our creator inherited us,
For the devil is dead,
I killed him today.

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Reviews

[Onlyme]

I liked this. A renewal freshness and wonderful hope as well as feeling inspiration inside this nice poem. About man overcome evil and hate. And now having a warm heart and soul. To start again. With love in his heart and soul.