THE BLEEDING PEN /DARK AT NOON

THE BLEEDING PEN

TALE FROM GENESIS 42
DARK AT NOON

The peacock called
where its night fall.
Encampled by terrors and horrors
that fly in the night to hunt.
Selah! I have dirfted along
the path of darkness to prolong
my journey when its dawn.
But things keep falling down.
Here comes dark at noon
new fresh extinction sings lampoon,
to ridicule the goodman.
Who chose to be the hang man.

The world is falling,
my stomach ache in trembling.
The grape is eaten
from the stings of a rotten
image from the untold.
The doom is nigh unfold.
Dark in the noon,
so men will beg to touch the moon.

The heart is red and darken,
to caress the worthy men, shaken
is the earth from east to west.
All hapening from low to crest.
The prepared arsenal for freedom.
Is used to truncate the loyal kingdom.

I held my throat to catch breath.
Seeing how the land is blessed
but the dark hours arrived on time.
To steal all the times.
The poridge of Easu to Jacob
was used to conjure the greenhorn.
All is scattered abroad
from south to north.
The bride at 8pm.
Carried blood on her hem.
As the dark ages ensnare her rib
from her world where joy is free..

Dark at noon with hiendish tide
I pity the sucking child.
Who will mother fling in fright.
To protect herself in fight.
Sodom in tender age.
Smackdown with brutality pillage.
I have drank the spoil of man.
Yet dark is at noon to mar.
Hold your clan tight with rigour,
till a way out we figure.

JUDAISKY CARES.

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