Poem Hunter
Untitled, Again
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Untitled, Again

Poem By Brenda Finch

Fiery murmurings, skulls and bones,
darkly moving shadowy groans
Pits of bondage
Howls of pain
haunting sorrows
Gnawing shame
Hope is gone
All is lost
What a pity
What a cost
To cast aside the grace
That would’ve saved you
From this place

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I agree with the hound
It's actually not as bad as you think. Everyone thinks it's like something out of Hieronymus Bosch, but it's not. It's gotten a bad rap. And guess what? The pitchfork is just for show.