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Peace

By Doret67

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Burn on, Hellfire! Send your stinking smoke to the Heaven that is denied me! Send your heat to warm the chill that pervades my being! Burn on, Hellfire! Scorch black all that once was beauty and gentleness! Set thy scourge upon the bright green pasture, yet untouched! Burn on, Hellfire! Blight the sweet flame that has grown so bitter! Devour it in the incomprehensible fury that I feel within me! Burn on, Hellfire! Sear the wind that bears the fruit of broken dreams! Take the life that quivers, unwanted by its owner! And give me Peace!1963, Written years ago, the sentiment and the _feelings_ are often still appropriate to the moment... Written April 15th, 1963 © on Nov 20 2001 01:30 AM PST   0 • 1

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