K H Blackmoore

Subtitle

 

Bad Poetry

Sometimes the urge to write overcomes our good sense. Bad poetry is usually the result
Blade
Slice, blade,
And sever the souls of men.

Slice, blade,
And cut the impure hearts.

For man has become corrupt.
He no longer guards the Heavens.
Seeking instead his own sin.
And so I judge and say:

Slice, blade,
And sever the souls of men.

Slice, blade,
And cut the impure hearts.

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