soon feathers flutter down
dripping with smooth crimson liquid
landing all around bodies in slick puddles
not noticing the shape it forms
crunching sounds echo through the valley
making the people panic and going into a frenzy
awaking the children who had rested
unknown noises spark up around
soft moans off to the left, alert the leader
while he defends some others fall
black dots shout out from tree to tree
and feast on the ones saw fit
all this would have been avoided
if one little thing hadn't happened
the little bird, if only the feather hadn't fallen
or maybe hadn't landed in the shape it did
oh the demons devour earth
letting it rot till it is gone
but it stops as angels lead light
growing back life
thanks to one believer's prayer
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Poems
PoetryDO NOT PUT LINKS IN THE COMMENTS!!!!!Just so it is clear this is the only book i have actually put any effort into putting together.So it may not be the best,but i tried.The poems included in here are a way for me to vent about things.They are a way...
