Tis naught
But death that persecutes me
Veiled in wispy robes
Cut from boughs of fir
Kindling for my soul
Curtains of eternal darkness
Cascade, ever closing upon me
Silently bending my will
Into a “damned submission”
Subjugating my destiny
Hastened my thoughts
Alas, fleeing down this now dead life
Malleable to condemnation
Beelzebub has dismantled my cross
Kevin Parish 
Rather scary
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Yeah… Trying to keep my readers off balance… Ha
;-)))
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Very dark indeed . . .
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Well, sometimes I feel a jolt to those who read me is a good thing. ;-)))
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Dark but beautifully penned, Kevin.
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Thanks, Winnie!
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Another side of your amazing 3-dimensional poetry Kev!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Yeka! ;-)))
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Scary….
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;-)))
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There’s always a price to pay! Ominous.
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Holy crapnuggets. “Beelzebub has dismantled my cross.” I can’t decide if it’s about predestination, deception, or loss of faith.
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I’m leaning on loss of faith and what happened because of it… Yeah, when I wrote that it took me a few minutes to figure it out too. I swear… I don’t know where this stuff comes from half the time…
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