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Title: Wounded Lovers
Author: David R. Evans
Date Submitted: 5/2/2007
Email: rushton82000@yahoo.com

 
Poem: Blackness falls beneath my heart
A fool so holy beneath my hearth
They promise you love but deliver venom
Rise up your enemies and take pride in them

Illusions of caring they boast so loud
They betray their words with actions they shroud
Cry all you want and blood will please
As they tower above you down on your knees

The folly of Christ
The world it still suffers
Crying and sobbing like wounded lovers
Stopping to stare is such a delight
To those who fake the eternal light...