Trails Of Tribulation by Walter Jones

Note: Newspaper covered in dust, who among the public and the public really trust. Pain the out come of a hundred years in war. Man the foolish creature feeds his young to the passion swipes the blood above the door. Still the first born and the last are added to the demon's core. Slither to the voices, lay your daughters on the floor. Count the markers in the fields just what are virtues for. Each day a new version. Please close and lock the common door.

The stars are mixed in confrontation
as matrix lends to eye

Do you taste hunger
of dreams left to be
are you feeling a bit under
from a world
that can not see

Moons of Jupiter scream out creation
next voice to slowly die

Values burned in competition
only the best can live
all water is polluted
minds deceived
as hope they give

Sun warms the body in a mind that
has gone blind

Which is burden
which is washed up
which faith not seen
which will create
who is the dream

Prudence is the victim of sagacious
over the future yours and mine

Children gather at the fountain
drink up all the youth
vision slightly blurry
comes from place of birth

Cover conviction with an angels prayer
walk the heavens looking for peace there

Streets covered in human
just what is a body worth
not of earth but of heaven
more than a place to live
tried but true a mental prison
Some will for ever give

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Trails Of Tribulation
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 03-29-2008

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Trails Of Tribulation by Walter Jones (Age: 62) copyright 03-29-2008 Age Rating: 13 to 127

Trails Of Tribulation
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 03-29-2008

Age Rating: 13 to 127