Prayers of the False Prophets

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They came in the twilight of mourning.

Each dressed in soft woolen white.

Their songs had been heard

their prayers; their word

the people would follow by night.

They rose up and cried to the people.

"Kneel, or you will never know peace!"

Their message of fate, and of pleasure

and hate

brought the fearful down to their knees.

Their meandering prayers were shallow.

Wading low in their trivial tide.

they feared for the worst,

but could not have rehearsed

their horrors

the night that they died.

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Maria2394Maria2394about 12 years ago
I do not have

the words to express how this affected me. Your inner rhymes are excellent, but the content is what touched my heart. You obviously are not a novice poet. Keep up the good work and I will be a fan forever.

~ maria

tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
BRINGS BACK MEMORIES

of the night the music died, TK U MLJ LV NV