SlainA Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA hat tip to those that feel above us.Pasted wounds swell and give way to thoughts kept secret, Laying hands on those not innocent nor evil will be, A time to know one's self and know what time can do, A feeling ever masks the eyes and sets nothing but lust free.
Devils taunt me and leave nothing for me to feed upon, Practise makes perfect so flesh must heal to scar and seed, Farewell to those demons that laugh now behind crosses, Minors stand crying for mothers that must now go home in reeds.
Bleak times, bleak hopes and even bleak house now time has slain, Fierce faked mouths exspell lieas and truths as if there are, Same things and never truly cage ears that will not listen, I'm the same as you I hear all the time, one is on par.
Idiots and fools and bankers have much in common and fists, A man lays down with filth as he sees it may be only be a, Way to clumber onto riches and gold to adorn his ego, Take heed to the warning of thousands now gone and away. © 2012 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on March 5, 2012Last Updated on March 5, 2012 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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