As the creator looked down, into all the empty souls,
his angels mourned,
The pain of others, by those who chose, to live their
ugly lives, now scorned.
Stealing precious children, with all goodness loathed,
battered, and bruised,
A blight upon, the right to choose, the fate of
freewill, by bad men abused.
Human traits, inclined to sin, goodness gone awry, in
abysmal curse beset,
Sin upon sin, with fearsome monsters bred, devoid of
any feeling, or regret.
The beasts laying waste, to all innocence, the sight
of their evil sins, obscene,
Minds bereft of grace, never conceived, unrighteous Orc creatures, bred mean.
With no fear of God, bound for a plot in hell, their
hearts rotten, to the core,
The soulless beasts, waging ruthless campaigns,
against truth, in wicked wars.
With monstrous crimes committed, creating collateral
for the world to mourn,
Unwitting souls destroyed, bringing the wrath of God,
upon the hateful scorn.
The dreadful waste, Gods eternal regret, for the tiny
ones, he could not save,
Pain and misery, a terrible burden, that the loved
ones take, to their grave.
He felt the contempt, innocent lambs slaughtered,
blood let upon the ground,
The distraught mothers, struck with eternal heartache,
a tormenting sound.
No mercy granted, to the heart of stone, who spawned
the seeds of badness,
The spineless observer, who loved cowardly acts, his
soldiers spreading sadness.
Seated on his unrighteous throne, the wicked one,
fallen from freedoms grace,
While humanity shudders to think, the insanity that
will occupy Putin’s place?
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (November 2023)
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