Treasure Island

Adam M. Snow

(5/30/1988 / Phoenix, AZ)

A Year of Timely Hell


A Year of Timely Hell
By: Adam M. Snow

The hour cries at charming bell
Bringing forth a timely hell,
With sorrow and madness, and many more;
Leaving upon us a deathly score.
A death to live with, from a bloodshed wage
From a child of anguish and solstice rage;
Leaving us in tears of what is to come
Leaving us in ruins and in glum.
No reason to fight on,
No reason to fight strong.
Its not our life to fight for.
Its not our time to fight a war.
It is our time to die and live again,
In a life, free of this worldly sin

Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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