Wipe The Massacre Poem by Malaya Roses

Wipe the Massacre
Malaya Roses © 2012

Sanity was never the oracle
Nine circuitry
Lives could be the abyss
Parade made to mock
Senses is riding free beast
Flare was under own siege
The unspeakable wisdom was burn
Life is harsh
Unbreakable stones were scatter
Tears from heart
Heaven is regretting
God's gives
Battle is coming to wipe massacre
Upon your created perdition
Tormenting mind, soul's at purgatory
Halt at this moment
Convene my fire
Meet my ire
My inferno! ! ! !

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