The Villainous Monk
Hopelessness in the bowels of men
Questions the purpose of life
With sleepless nights;
He is a villainous monk
Robed in deceit,
Drawing the curtains over lights;
A bloodless snake
Stealing joy throughout the ages.
Life is worth living
Irregardless of circumstances;
Maybe we cannot ressurect the dead
But we can love on you to death.
JAH!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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