Those burnt down ash remains,
Were once infernos blast aflame,
Engulfed by coveted good cause.
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Ere ire loomed over in discreet vain,
Under the protection of its bearer's faith,
It ruefully consumed the flames whole.
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Ever so swiftly quoth the saviour,
Do them a huge favour,
Be a part of its cease in existence.
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Lest the menace of malice wavers,
Mind's conscience a forlorn quaver,
Proved to be a rather futile resistance.
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Creatures of Mud
Thơ caA set of humble poems I've written. The subjects are diverse. I'm unsure if I fully understand them myself, so a description would prove to be futile. CRITICS ARE APPRECIATED.
