I look to the sky and angels swarm and circle with wings so bright holding weapons as gold as the sun, I look below and I see demons crawling with claws as sharp as stone, With weapons as dark as the night, They are feeding on the weak and turning those that don't believe to dust, The smell is unbearable the smell lingers and smells of must.
So much evil and so much good, The battle is a bloodbath and the lands are being turned to ash and brimstone, I stand on the edge of the world looking down on the war, No where to run no where to hide, No fear no pain only survival, The weak are falling and the strong are flourishing.
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This poem is true and I agree with you that everyday there is a struggle to face.
Wow, i really liked this poem and I agree with Samantha never stop writing you hve a talent
WOW! ! ! You are AMAZING! ! You should NEVER stop writing! Where guns are some people's weapons you can use your pen/pencil/computer as yours. Keep writing! ! ! [3
Wow! Connor, this is a reservoir filled with powerful words and rich imagery that clearly shows your great potential in the Poetry World! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
This is like a a page from a book that you don't want to put down its very captivating and a attention grabber to where you don't want to stop reading but yet still very deep its an amazing poem and I would rate it over a ten plus its something I could l read over and over again and still not get tired of it great job 😁