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6d
These badmen had a evening of excursions hidding from the devil inside. With wild eyes of pretension from heartbroken minds knowing  love was to hard to find. Unhinged and unhinded it showed a different state of presence. He knew his actions could be accountable  as he looked upon a golden leaf with only power stopping him from being a thief. As his preternatural transparent humour saved him from crying when his dad lost his soul in the dead of the night. Reflections of the past echoed in his heart as trampled shoes dulled as woman and men heared in like cattle. While power hungry relatives circled the room in a coterinous space longing for a prosperous life. Reading there will of there destiny a solicitor looked upon disbelief knowing only money could contain there grief. As a glint from the moonlight showed silhouettes on a cold wall. While he's free in a merciful maze as they all wondered what will happen in this limitless time. With contenous holes that soiled his body in a unmarked grave. Just as perfumes and aftershaves masked a holy smell hoping his spirit goes to heaven not hell.
This poem is about grief and greed and what lengths people take to obtain power.
Written by
Neil Mcpake  50/M/London
(50/M/London)   
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