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Pale Horse; Black Dog

Pale Horse; Black Dog

A Poem by Phoen-ix

Stomped on the spine
trapped beneath a black boot
Can you hear the angels singing?
Gabriel's trumpet? Well I've
developed a messiah complex  
and a wrath to match 
I've ingested belladonna to try and purify 
myself but 
suffering is just suffering; 
it serves no higher purpose

© 2016 Phoen-ix

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I love the ending and the overall tone of this one, keep them coming!

Posted 1 Year Ago

I love the wording!
Keep it up!!

Posted 1 Year Ago

I like your writing, you say quite a bit with very few words. Nice Work.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Intricately compelling. . well written friend

Posted 1 Year Ago

It's a very interesting poem. Keep up the good work.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Suffering can be given. It can be shot like a gun. Intentional, as well as accidental (seeming pointless, unnecessary). & it is I suppose (Unnecessary, that is). It is a byproduct I suppose. A wound or perhaps the bullet itself. We wield such mighty tools, as does nature.

Love this write. The title as well.

Stimulating read,

Posted 1 Year Ago

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6 Reviews
Added on November 20, 2016
Last Updated on November 20, 2016



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