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Fall Of The Seven Sons Of Summer
This poem has an allegorical meaning to it.
They have soiled the ground
and stripped the rose
for bloodshot eyes and a Gothic prose
A house of darkness with a bad smell,
we offered them heaven,
they desired hell
They eat the cries of the struggling weak,
like wandering demons
that never sleep
They sit on hearts like sitting hens
I won't name names
so we'll call them Sin
They have no joy from love or peace
They turned their backs
to serve the beast
Whose dark vision will not last
and their wicked status will turn to ash
copyrights 2006
Robert Anthony James
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