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No Hope

No Hope

Black are our lost souls.
Evil has us in it's grasp.
Painful is our night.

Why do you hate us?
What have we done that is wrong?
We've fallen from grace.

Bitter trees are we.
Growing too close to the sun.
Burning branches we.

Will you forgive us?
Or shall we be always lost?
What shall be our end?

What do I tell them,
our five children and our kin?
That God is so good?

That he loves us all
and should never see us die?
That he always cares?

Must they watch us die
in the most sad cruelest way?
A warning to men

Never anger God
the only true deity
now our enemy?

He who once we knew,
but now is become our bane.
Now our angry king.

Go with us now friends.
Come and see us to our end.
Say goodbye and wave.

Prepare our cold graves
as into the depths we slide.
Fallen angels we.

Never to be known
except as a dark warning.
A forgotten song.

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Bryan Griffin

Thanks.  Sadly, I seem to write best about the dark things of life.  I will have to check out Dylan Thomas or Poe.

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