Their fear crept into my soul
I was caught watching your pain
They say I smiled at your demise
Yet I was only picking over your bones.
I did scatter them to the elements
They didn't know you'd asked me
I now cry for their stupidity to end
Can they not let you rest as I do?
Wretched souls caught in their world
We cannot tell them of their peril
Can't they see the evil they are
Dripping hate and greed on fertile soil
They will not ask me as you did
To scatter their bones to the wind
This is their reward for the many
Those they have bled in their greed
That their souls may find a peace
It is their Gods way to quiet their screams
As they so believe in a fiery hell
Then what more can their God give them
Comments
We're these the children Ian
That you speak to? Nicely written if imagined
Frenchf
Sorry you lost me with the children, this piece is from imagination as a few are, but if you are referring to the children I usually talk of, they are Spirit children I have talks with.
The ones in the Group I talk with are many, and Sadies Diaries would explain more of them ?? Yours Ian.T
Dripping hate and greed on fertile soil
i thought we return the elements
back to earth
now that most believe in cremation
and so was Thatcher
Have we any other choice
as dead rats ...
humans alike
when no more.
Ian ask Saddie and many more.
gone much before...
Thanks Loved
This was only a fiction write about the demise of some and the watchful eye of the ones that would take them lol.
Sadie exists in a place of unconditional love so this is not of her world , just a write,
Yours Ian.T
OK
sad but thanx
creepy
but well written
Nokros
Dante would have drawn you a better picture but he was busy, so I had a quick look at the ways of the evil beings that walk the Earth, and knew what I had to do,
Yours Raken, ( just visiting Yenti)