War reporter: All the prophets dieA Poem by isiah_holmes
The breaking, the fragementation of the mind The mind, and instrument once so kind The rending of the flesh The silence of a grave
The messengers here, all prophets These men all suffer.. Their moves to tame Take man, crumble into a game
See the checker board combust Set a blaze, the helper The assistant to anothers goal The price..no more than a human soul
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Added on August 25, 2013 Last Updated on August 25, 2013 Author
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