Kyle Shield Hamp
! The Dying Moon. - Poem by Kyle Shield Hamp
We'll panic 'neath the dying moon:
Mating in the dirt.
All will know when finally-
God does ease the hurt.
Raptured into heaven all:
Those who earned a piece.
Caked in mud and decadence:
Lost souls pray for a peace.
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