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Bones

Bones

Remnants of ash bones,
Decay β€˜neath tombstones.
Idolized rugged cross.
Lament innocence loss.

No integrity to ferret,
Mortality espy no merit
In a world of hades shade,
Child of God wields a switchblade.

Humanity callously lost,
Virtues a lavish cost.
Callowness grows cold,
Merciful amnesty sold.

Wallowing in past pain,
No means to contain.
Demons rival for higher thrones,
Ravenously fall on bag o’ bones.

Build sacrificial fire’s high,
Till flames touch the sky
A burnt offering I’d suggest,
Appease God of unrest.
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Tony Taylor

WOW!!... This is excellent work dear poet sister ~

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  ~ "In a world of Hades shade
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Child of God wields a switchblade"

Friggin' BRILLIANT.......PINNED for perfection!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?✴❀

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sally

Amazing write! Exactly what I was trying to say in my poem, you'veΒ done it brilliantly and impactfully!

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Nigel Cresswell...

Seriously great piece Lisa. Really blown away by this one and the line that hits hardest is, as Tony said "Child of god wields a switchblade". Really powerful, love it.
Nigel

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Ian William

Outstanding! There's a lot of feeling running this cruel and violent piece.

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