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SPOKEN...
It ain't a poem,
they say its lame.
Read to the end,
and you'll have nothing to defend.
They say it's a song,
quite not long.
Sing and screech in terror,
and if not you'll see the horror.
While morrow slayer must die,
in darkness you'll shrill and cry.
When shadows of darkness cast upon you,
you are sure not to see any hue.
Look up to the clouds of doubt,
then count yourself out.
© Bradley
they say its lame.
Read to the end,
and you'll have nothing to defend.
They say it's a song,
quite not long.
Sing and screech in terror,
and if not you'll see the horror.
While morrow slayer must die,
in darkness you'll shrill and cry.
When shadows of darkness cast upon you,
you are sure not to see any hue.
Look up to the clouds of doubt,
then count yourself out.
© Bradley
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