Some dreams are hollow.
Some dreams are dense.
Some have a wonderous manifestation.
Others have flames of carnage.
The flames of a boxing Jew.
For the dreams Rudy savvied,
were found in fiendish and sadistic condition.
Heir in these hallucinations,
the barbarous "Fuhrer" breathes.
How does this fiend live in a cave?, using Death as a slave to thrust his sword into the beating heart of a Jew?
Only the Jew knows.
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Poetry Cauldron
PoetrySo, here's the Poetry Cauldron. A collection of poems I made. But poems I enjoy written by others will be shown in here, the description! @forgotten_ones made a good poem named, "Is It Still A Joke Now?" Great poem. Go check it out
