Poem By Xaint Perry Poet

i shout
your name
for the deed
thee hasth done
to thou house whole

i will not
stop shout
your name
for you bleeding
my heart
and stone my loves ones
and sent them unto
the sandy nature

i shout
your name
on top of my voice
for the seed of sorrow
you planted in my
dream has grow
to red mud

i will not cease shout
your name
you make me suffer

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