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They Sat Outside the Farm House
 
there were three beasts,
in the field we burned,
or shall i say,
God destroyed.

'everyone was sick,'
they reminded me earlier than night.

so i laid myself back down,
into a rickety, cast iron framed,
bed with, what felt like,
nothing more than,
an elongated, worn out pillow,
rather than a mattress.

there were still three lions,
patiently sitting out in the field.

'i know they're there.'
i spoke above the noise,
of night's silence,
which is, in all actuality,
not silent at all.

those lions stood there all night long.

'Father, Son and Holy Ghost, perhaps!?'

By southernblood

© 2009 southernblood (All rights reserved)

 

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