Deathy Mould
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Melvina Germain
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Cry out, scream, regurgitate
that longing for a world of peace.
We'll die, rise up, come back again,
and observe violence has yet to cease.
How long does it take for a conscious mind,
to look beyond, reaching out to the great divine.
We are forced in a pool of the strangest land,
due to deceit, disobedience and that evil hand.
But! the closed mind most humans hold
withers and dies in life's deathly mould.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.13/2015
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