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So cruel the tongue, where wicked flashes
The heart, so hardened, ever clashes
Without hope, they will never see
The walk they’ve chosen, cannot be
Words that maim, and actions, sunder
Evil, the soul, who has fallen under
The spell of another, who casts its stone
Yet, stands in the darkness, quite alone
Who dares not seek the light that blinds
Remains a soul, inhuman, unkind
That lashes out, when facing facts
Then denies its harsh, ungodly acts
Placing blame, on all but they
The mind, does simply go, astray
And though you try to reel them in
They choose to live this life of sin
Where evil dwells, and cruelty reigns
Held down, and forged, in heavy chains
Ones they made, from their own hate
Unknowingly, sealing, their own fate
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Oh, the human spirit and our choices… Love this!
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Thanks so much, Kevin! 🙂
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Great poem.
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Thank you very much, Keith. 🙂
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A most intriguing poem, Dorinda, especially the end.
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Thank you, Robbie. And thank you for sharing on Facebook. ❤️
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Nicely written, beautiful to read your awesome poetry
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Thanks so very much! 😊
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Excellent & beautiful poem !! I love the rhyme 👍
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Thank you very much! 😊
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