War reporter: All the prophets die

War reporter: All the prophets die

A 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

 

 

© 2013 isiah_holmes


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Added on August 25, 2013
Last Updated on August 25, 2013