The White Dove

  1. overchanger profile image59
    overchangerposted 6 years ago

    The White Dove

    In the window of the inner silence of our souls

    A White Dove flew throughout the blue sky !
    In brightened times of vast amounts of hue,
    It's outer door was shattered a new,
    Within vile torments with vast screams of burning flesh,

    Having long hanging viscous fangs that bite;

    Now dripping blood at the side of mouth !

    Some our being perplexed by its given sight,
    Such as a heightened mockery amidst its given plight,
    Seek to never give up on the fight,
    With papal vows fixed to never give up on the plow,
    ~

    Some our even wounded from its bitter silence intact,
    A challenge to be free is a question of time ?
    Among the living today their as good as dead !
    Walking zombie people with lose screws inside their heads,

    Yet beneath the ground the Earth does tred..,
    With a smoke screen filled with noise inside their heads,
    As a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need;
    Through shadows proned to desolate screams of inner dispare,
    ~

    Still none the worse for wear,
    The White Dove lingered in the midnight sky;
    Passerbys can err' escape,
    A helping hand by which to even celebrate !

 
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