By BRIGHTMIND10 | Book of Living Poetry | 16 Aug 2022
Retribution
My Promise to you,
is to inflict a pain that is true
in remembrance of what you deemed pride....
Draconic I am to our DEAr uncle sam as your masters
should have summerized...
I shall strip your power, lock breathren in towers
to reflect on moves unwise....
For on that hour pure moon light will shower your strength
is of cowards and lies.
Then Finally...yes finally it will be Just
U
&
I
"RETRIBUTION"
JLS
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To see the world in a grain of sand or heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hand or eternity in an hour -William Blake.
I wanted to dedicate a page to poetry and sonnets , I was inspired by life and the betrayal of friends and family yet through the pain I found what I was made of and I am both happy and sad.
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