#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
At the end of God's to meet,
Visible are the bones inside the meat
A lost soul Looking for its mate,
Ready to even fight the gods
Hate for the revenge of Love,
Lost the messenges of dove
Even if he loses his life,
He doesnt care
lost the kingdom,
and his queen
Will never care how long its been....!


~kenji~


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