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flesh bone

By sirjohnboy

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

with his wings spread and an evil thought   rushing to that great and terrible battle that is to be fought. as his eyes cutting as a razor would do,   deceiving the chosen people known as the jews. with a tounge as sharp as a knife and a voice of hate   speaking words coated in honey; using this as bait. with your flesh being ripped and your brain being torn,   of this torture you were warned. with a mighty angel casting him to the ground,   and his place in heaven was no more to be found Written May 8th, 2001 © on May 08 2001 05:31 PM PST   0 • 10

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