Poem Hunter
Picture Pose
NLL (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Picture Pose

Poem By Not Long Left

and round,
the twisted broken copse turned,
the violence of it last flight,
a conviction of its atrocities.
down the rocky cliffs face,
broken limb repents its sin.
gravties victim powerless to protest.

Death, decay, piercing pain,
blistered charcoal burnt bodies,
in a fozen orgy of death.
forgotten faces, thrust into the ground,
see the faces, in there most painful pose.
babys bodies nestled in there dead mothers arms,
there heads, , mashed into a crimson pulp.
blood allows a river of lost life,
flooding the once surburban street.
tears as pointless as pity,
water just does not jusify.

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