Its orange-yellow hues lurk for prey
Fresh human flesh and decay
It moans and groans
It’s in need of food
Nor will it fill
It urges for more
Patches and spots
Of bright fire
Starting to spread
With each desire
Humans are no longer
Protecting themselves from sin
And the hell is blazing
Waiting for humans to go in
(Journalist)
6 comments:
It's amazing how profound you can be with such few words.
dang.
dang.
good imagry - interesting arrangement.
Thanks. (Journalist)
that gave me the chills
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