This life made evil dreams, where I will always hear the screams.
this dream I see leaves falling all around,
the air is clear by beautiful angels with white wings,
flying around the Mediterranean Sea
was a place where love used to be...
But now, it is painfully dark where courage is truly needed.
this is where some of the angel had fallen,
they are scattered and they are stained of innocent blood,
now it is a two sided coin one must take,
life or death, because of lack of faith
this is where you do your best...
before you go to the grave to rest.
This life is a gift, but it is covered in so much blood and hate
as so many people going around saying this is their fate.
they use the word love as an emotional toil
to mislead for their dirty deeds of greed
that is pouring out from their shameful cold hearts
that are ready for the dead...with smooth talking words,
Soon you will feel the daggers they pearice deep within,
this is their dark art, because they're already marked...
so they needed to keep so many confused;
leaving them feeling used and abused,
because they know their days' are running short.
-Judy Emery © 1984 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
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