Woe Poem by Taylor Ryan

Woe



Lighting strikes
no man twice
leaves holes
where life passes
mamory fades
grey clouds form
over blue sky
a song sings out
calm broken
cycle remains
man trapped
lust and greed
rot in hell
for He won't
rush forth
punishment for sins
heart for heart
soul to soul
stand together
in a ring of fire
pray content's desire
woe, woe.

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