The Cruel Darkness Bites You This Tragedy Gnaws, Shrieking Through Your Skin Ignorant Taunting Minds forget Love The Basic need within Life
Absorbed in Deep Self Pity No light -- Silent -- Still Sorrow Bleak Sadness Sliding Deeper into the Black Hole of Criminals and Villains
Seeking the Light the Light of Life the Light of Eternity Searching -- Desperately Seeking -- Continuously Praying -- Relentlessly
Faith - Hope & Charity Riding on Prayer and Divine Intervention
Be Grateful for Shadows in the Darkness for There Must be Light to Enable Focus
Identify the Traitors Hiding in Caves Disguised in Cloths of Evil and Deception
Cease Disaster On This Earth Culminate Strength in Civilization Bond the Civilized people
Cast all Traitors into a Pit Deeper than Hell Surround all Evil in Eternal Darkness
For Only Light Can Erase Darkness Darkness of Tortured Humanity Ignite My Soul with Eternal Light
Amen
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Reviews of "9-11 DARKNESS"
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on May 28, 2003
WOW this one screams in volumes, and how true...without the darkness there can be no light...everything has it's own natural way of balance. AWESOME WORK!
~Nikki~
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on May 28, 2003
Hi Karen, This poem was lovely to a state of perfection!!!
tony:)
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2003
This one uis very good and powerful....
Lots of emotions in your verses
Peggy
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2003
Wow...pulses, indeed. Wonderful pic to go with it too.
This one is good, I like this a lot -- you'd might find mine a little heavier because it is the first epic on here. I was almost on one of the flights so I can see where you are coming from here.
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~Nikki~
tony:)
Lots of emotions in your verses
Peggy
I think this is great,I loved every word,,thanks,,,,,,,Charlie
LB