Divine
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She flowed in an amorphous way Beauty personified I can’t deny, Washing over those she meets With warmth and love as she speaks, Kind to the core, with an empathetic soul She is a spiritual being that unfolds, Like an apparition in to life But she is a very real and desirable delight. Image courtesy…
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Walk through rubble, burnt out homes Are there dead below the rubble? It’s unknown I can smell the death and residue of the bombs And the sickly stench of rotting flesh of kids and mum’s Once neighbourhoods of people sharing so much fun Are now tombs for cold dead bodies laying under ground What sickness…
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Water running down the black obsidian walls There’s the smell of death hanging in a pall, That hovers throughout the big abandoned hall That was once the haunt of soldiers, Queens and Kings, Now just memories and legendary mythical beings, Every footstep casts an echo that resonates around Bouncing off the damp obsidian walls over…
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