Why does the fear kill?

Why are we called bad
Hardly known to thee
Yesterday we came and found a fallen tree,

Dug deep inside the earth from years of trampling.
Over the raging seas of hell we came to help yous see.
Ever did we search to please yous.
Sourly you looked above us, then dove us to the dept of hate.

Though most of us loved your soul others ate your brains
Hourly you died, at the stroke of nine we cried.
Eerily our scared hour died.

Forever from our mind
Every time we dined we traitorously fought for you company.
Regularly we justified throwing our

Kids to the floor
Illness came over us from our fathers saving grace.
Little they know of us.
Life’s fallen grace.
poem © by Lin M.L.


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