Satan's Work

July 26, 2011
Whose choice is it?
To make us die,
To knock us down,
To make us cry?
Who dares to twist a human soul?
Like clay, cloth, a child’s play-dough?
Who breaks our hearts?
Who shatters bones?
Who empties minds,
So we don’t know?
Whoever you are,
With all that you do,
The world and its people
Deserve better than you.

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Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 4:25 am
I have to admit, I was skeptical about the title. I really loved the poem otherwise , and the title is a fitting one. Great job :)
KayleeRae replied...
Aug. 17, 2011 at 4:28 pm
Why thank you :) It took a while to come up with a fitting title
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