poetry

Every – You


Every-thing,
Thrown away with the ashes of the past.
The beauty of hate, darkness reborn.
Souls are cracking, silences now torn,
Crimson waters boiled. By God, they are cast.

Every-day,
Souls are forsaken, bodies burnt alive.
Screams kept in; memories playing here,
A child in the window, weeping in fear,
Her demon has taken her out on the knife.

Every-one,
Smiling in pleasure, calling out the one.
Their deals are signed – what’s done is now.
Responds are heard but never allowed.
Devil is whistling the song of the down.

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