He never leaves any fingerprints.
He never leaves a trace of himself.
Only death, pain, suffering and guilt.
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A refined poetic imagination, Clyde King. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Could the yin/yang, , male/female, , good/evil dichotomy really be subtle? So everpresent in our organic ever changing reality? This poem is attuned to a deeper Cthonian Malevolent Boogie man! I will read this poem it has soul! I like it...I just hope readers don’t convert to fundamentalist conservative voting block! I think this poem serves best as a warning.
That’s the intent. People think they’re not influenced by external entities but they are fooling themselves. Our free will is constantly being molded by outside forces. The billions spent on advertising prove that