The Parasite Poem by Phil de Lange
The Parasite
We fell
an innocent seed on pure hear
We grew
fed by the hopeful, foolish offerings
We live
guarded by lies, powerful stupidity
'How long is the slumber? '
She breathes
wasted love on wicked minds
She sees
Drunken greed, destined hate
She lives
Goodwill, harmony, peace
'May our Rapture ensue.'
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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