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The Crystal Sphere

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When all our niggling conflicts are past
This land will lie a sullen death
Life will stutter on with its broken mast
Parched lives will pine for moist breath.

The wild winds will be presently hushed
Grey souls will tremble with servile dread
Even in the stillness, amity will burst
Gnarled hands will scream for moulded bread.

Animosity will range on far and wide
Bloody waves will batter bodies through—
This earth will become Satan’s bride
Tears of blood will stain this land anew.

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Russell CJ Duffy said…
excuse my gutter mouth BUT...
fucking brilliant.
10:57 PM
Nicole Braganza said…
Whoa!! Where does this come from? BRILLIANT - the mark of a great poet, we humbly witness!
10:43 AM
Russell Ragsdale said…
You show us a cynicism for the world that can only be elsewhere found in John.
9:10 PM
Neetee said…
Isn't it sad that the breath from so many brilliant souls end up in being simply niggling conflicts?

You tell the story of our realm like the confidence of a seer. And, unfortunately, because of the signs, it is true.

This is succinctly spoken with intelligence and bravery.
Well Done!
1:14 AM
Pat Paulk said…
The cycle of our savagery never ends!! Very good write!!
5:05 AM
Elixir said…
:D FAB!
hws u btw?
5:54 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
hope that you are ok?
10:02 PM
Anonymous said…
Wonderful.
6:15 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
'Life will stutter on with its broken mast'I like that line. Hurray, were've you been.
12:01 AM
iamnasra said…
The anger is so aparent ..Powerful poem but its frighten that earth is captured by Satan
1:15 AM
iamnasra said…
The anger is so aparent ..Powerful poem but its frighten that earth is captured by Satan
1:16 AM
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