Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

A bump in the night.
A star rising in the twilight.
Hope is coming.
Just hold on a little longer.
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A trickle that stops.
Maybe it has become blocked.
A clog in the wheels that our suppose always spin.
Time to get out the grease again.
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A validation as we hit the ground.
Yes that does hurt.
Just open your mouth and eat a little bit of the dirt.
Chew it on up and ingest.
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Let the prayers not be forgotten.
Let the whisper of the wind not go unheard.
Let the erie voices come out of the shadows.
Reveal yourself once more.
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A spot light in the darkness.
Let it shine on me.
Let me rise up from the ashes.
All but dead.
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The fire burns this golden hour.
Behold look to the clock for clues.
As time itself will describe.
Inscribed on the charred and stained.
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A slap in the face.
The broke and desperate.
The clinching of fists.
A fire that burns even if this is our dying hour.
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When the prophet dies, does the future he predicted die with him?
Or live on through our finger and tongues.
A choice made, how do we do we really know if it was mistake with no guidance.
A leaderless fortune.
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Drifting off into the plains of the forgotten.
The ghost of never mind.
Doing in, and a return in kind.
A stench so rotten.
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Do you hear me yet.
Such a simpleton.
Such a quaint ugly little man.
Dropping names out of the darkness.
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