Death the final promise

Posted on October 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

It’s called manhandling
An evil pastime
Violence personified
A deathly chyme
Created inside, of acidic fear
Torn from the fabric of life now my dear
Whatever creature whose lust is to see
The blue skies above
And breathe air constantly
Ripped off life’s pedestal
Thrown to the ground
Stabbed and destroyed
And In one’s own blood drowned

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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