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when fingers point and lies are spoken, lives are forever changed.
Rides the Judgement
down that path of rocks and briars
lies the wealth of wanton hours
in the dungeon of heartless towers
gathering mold, becoming sour
all that's done and said in haste
lingers now behind locked gates
oozing breath that reeks of hate
sickened soul and death the fate
rides the judgement on darkened horse
tearing through this evil course
rendering pain without remorse
with the sword of fearless force
slashing with self-righteousness
spearing life through recklessness
all in hopes of being blessed
by its own vile willingness
to doom.
kathy lockhart
3/21/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 21:44
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