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A poem, actually 2, about Good and Evil in this world. |
| The Murder Sad and grief are the work of the devil. As it murders and corrupts the minds of all. The rage takes over and the sins demolished, vicious like no one has ever seen before. It smashes and claws as the dark demon deceives all in the way. This is the work of the devil. First Snowflake The first snowflake of the year. The soft sweet touch. Its petals any size though all welcoming in a pattern of light and hope. As the sun vibrates it’s beams on it you can see the freedom and security inside that twirl of gentle pattern. The first snowflake of the year, a sign of forgiveness for the heat last couple of months. |