A Vile Verse(Jason James Parker) Poison’s sting laced through the verse,

Scripture tossed doth land perverse.

Spitting flowers, not sweet, but terse,

Cause gathered good to soon disperse.



Trumpets herald coming doom,

Freshened air stales in the tomb.

Eardrums split by sonic boom,

All penetrate the peaceful womb.



Unwanted lost becomes ill-found,

Rupturing the stable ground.

From Heaven’s shores to Hades bound,

Here comes the nauseating sound.



Forward march the dogs of war,

Pleasures wear the cloth of chore.

Stagnation is momentum’s whore,

Darkness grows from sun on spore.

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