Abysmal Raging

Abysmal Raging

A Poem by Sam Sin Sepultura

Fragmented is the one in cold.

He's growing hungry,

he's getting bold.

Standing on the edge of his tower.

Will it fall?

Will he lose power?

Frozen tears drench the face.

He's in his element,

he's in his place.

He loathes the lie in the land.

He's tearing it apart,

by mortal hand.

© 2013 Sam Sin Sepultura

Author's Note

Sam Sin Sepultura
Hey there. I've been away for a while, my apologies. Had to get some stuff sorted out in my life. But I'm making a poem up right now just for you :)

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This is rich with imagery and powerful. This land of his, his birthright, perhaps, has become so corrupt, that his is ripping the place apart with his bare hands. Not sure if I've gotten the jest of this but it is put together quite well.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Sam Sin Sepultura

10 Years Ago

Pretty close. It's finding both sorrow and great joy out of what you are and what you hate.
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Ravyne Hawke

10 Years Ago

Ah.. very nice theme.. and you are most welcome
Sam Sin Sepultura

10 Years Ago

Shanks :T I try

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Added on August 8, 2013
Last Updated on August 8, 2013


Sam Sin Sepultura
Sam Sin Sepultura

Kelso, WA

You'll find me out through my writing :) I am Sam, I've been an in the closet poet for a while but now I want to share my thoughts and emotions with the whole world. I'm 17, still, young, better star.. more..