Dead Reckoning
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On dark horizons banshees wail
Distant trumpet sounds are still
Faces gaunt beneath the Vail
Spread the bleakness of the will
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Apocalyptic reapers ride
On mounts breathing fire
In their hands sickles hide
Desperation is their desire
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Thunder of pending gloom
Across a darkened azure sky
A message of certain doom
Swiftly racing stealthily bye
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Daggers of deep set mortal pain
Pierce the depths of the soul
Scars of transgressions remain
Linger but cannot be consoled
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Into the abyss sadness dwells
Down deep by an anchor of doubt
Living in this private hell
With no way of climbing out
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When there comes the hour
To leave this final mortal life
And answer to a higher power
Forget about the grief and strife
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A divine voice from up above
This promise I give to thee
My gift of eternal lasting love
You will forever be with me
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Poetry Scroll Collection
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EyeOfTheTiger2u7
May 21 2014 ©