O HOW I MOAN FOR MY LOVER PEACE
217 Words
O HOW I CRY
The Power I saw fell me down
It was like a rift not yet to cross
It's just stood there and I didn't move
I remained stagnant
Peace left me hanging in a hanger
Death and War ravaged the area
It all started on a Sunday Morning
Smoke kept on feeding my eyes in sleep
Sleep concurred to the Smoke and slept I layed
War sneaked in and it began
AN End to the Beginning of Peace
An End to the Beginning of Malice
An End to the Beginning of Slavery
All moaned while the Hot Blazing Sunday Sun gave us Desolation in Isolation
Money I saw on my bed once
So attractive she was
I rushed over my bed to feel her
A slap in Slavery I got as a greeting
In Jail for Centuries
The light I saw not
In a the deepest darkness I drank
Filled to the brim with wine
Dark liquor was served me
In pleasure pains I drank
And drunk in Darkness I was
Forced and moved around i shook
I forgot my lovely Damsel Peace
And now Her opposites are eating my Golden flesh
I was weak in Sin
Weak in Mind
Weak in war
Peace loved me
O how I regret losing my Beautiful Damsel
- Writer
