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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