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About me
By L Morgan
Riding on a pale horse ,death he came.
Echoing out I heard their screams.
Submit your souls at the gates of hell.
Internally this is where,you shall dwell.
Countless heads for miles I could see.
Lingering death awaited thee.
A dark soul he danced in black.
Tap tap he was hanging flesh on a rack.
Inferno of hell i wanted to see no more.
With fire in his eyes he pointed to
another door.
Guilt and shame i seen with in.
Countless sacks immortal sins.
Grasping death held it's hand.
Cast them to the bottomless pit.
Where they turned to sand.
They in bodied their being
in a life of sinful hell.
So forever and ever
so shall they dwell.
It is quiet and peaceful.
It's a whisper in the ear.
You can't see it ,
but you know when it's near.
It quietly covers you,
when you feel a chill.
It holds you in it's arms,
when the night is still.
Dream makers awaits you,
to cast your dreams
Soft running water,
down a beautiful blue stream.
Quietly and peacefully you fall to sleep,
into the abyss,
you have leap.
Blue birds sings,softly in your ears,
quietly whispering morning is here.
by L Morgan
Pictures painted strokes of lies
Colors of deception left before it dried.
Sweet and innocents the colors will fade
Into the darkness of blacks and grays.
Worthy or not should it be framed
Four corners of deception so it was stained.
It was hung on a wall for all to see.
Abstract of confusion,what can it be?
Artist stood gazing lost in thought.
Two lines reaching but they did not touch.
Circle in circle a thousand strokes away.
Why not join together one may ask?
They seem to be so close, yet so far away.