The Broken

By Simple Man

Haunting, whimsical laughter echoed through the empty halls
Calling upon me, asking for salvation
The laughter sought salvation, wrought with the torture of others 
What salvation could I bring to broken souls? 
What savior would I become when the broken return home? 
Cold and dreary my task became
Choices and decisions not mine to make
Made with a stroke of pen, brought back the souls were
Cast upon the people
Cast upon the lands
Cast upon the Heavens

 Repent for their hubris
Repent for their sins 
For the broken had returned home 

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Copyright 2019 Simple Man
Published on Thursday, October 3, 2019.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • 13sonsofgod On Friday, October 4, 2019, 13sonsofgod (857)By person wrote:

    Enjoyed this, very well done here...13......

  • Simple Man On Friday, October 4, 2019, Simple Man (7)By person wrote:

    Thank you friend. Was kind of trying something new.

  • Flavorless On Thursday, October 3, 2019, Flavorless (21)By person wrote:

    astounding. keep writing friend, your work is beautifully written.

  • Simple Man On Friday, October 4, 2019, Simple Man (7)By person wrote:

    Thank you. It means a lot.

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