Desolate

by Johnny Wells   Jan 4, 2006


That’s the word to describe this
World of pain and sorrow,
Were death is just a daily occurrence.
The time I spend here is like
A love that has been killed 10 times over.
In Lucifer’s den of fire and brimstone
The desire for revenge is becoming
Greater by every day’s pass.
But an even greater light seems to shine through.

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