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A heart can bleed an evil deed

 Yet in nature lie dormant after the fall
 A return to fear after all
 The climatic edge toward their own demise
 Still a word to the wise

 A sin will always find you out
 This ought to give the sinner something to bitch & pout
 To light a flame in shouts of anguish after the fall

 Barbed wire fences social advances & no it alls
 Search for words left unaided in its time
 The curb of enthusiasm and the sublime
 In anguish the soul longs for rest

 In being cursed with fear to never have rest

 In anguish the appease of the blind

 We live for vile excess

 Still a challenge to be free is a quest for time...
 To travel alone amidst darkened caverns with portals of instant doom
 We have relatives that beg of you to clean your room
 This does nothing to stregnthen the heart

 To light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
 Vengence is mine the Lord will repay
 Giving papal homage in which to bow the knee to pray
 In papal square thwart in fear

 An ego scream to shed a single tear
 Yet no need to fear in which to hide
 Along the garb of social compromise
 A word from the wise

 I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
 Yet not having her in my arms was driving me totally insane!
 Cursed be the man or woman who will take no heed
 To revere a sovereign Lord in which took the blows

 The blood soaked sweat on his brow in timeless appease of want
 No where to lie his head in homage toward the dead
 Cursed is the one who will not be blessed
 Our blessed Lord once again is putting you to the ultimate test

 An eagle will fly through the sky in sense of direction
 A hero's reflection in never second guessing
 A heart that is fixed on the natural will never succeed so take heed!
 Cursed is every man that hangs on the tree

 Please let this be me?
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Submitted by hitalot on July 19, 2017

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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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