dust upon a shrew
a cold grave
comes a brew
as a strom
rages among
the grounds
to destroy
the world's
great misery
in the hands
of mankind
to hold back salvation
with a bitter glance
praying for
a survivng chance
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Angels sighing
demons pierced
heart so sweet
innocence sent
but deep beyond beauty
evil lurks