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Towering Deeply buried under mountains trying to write work and survive as a turtle would step and creep through wet cement. Pulling up the strengths of pure faith, endurance, tolerance and hope for change from the evil that seemed to invade like a never ending parade of living hell My mantra now is to piss on what Satan tries to steal with prayers that he leaves so my blessed heart can be well. |
Additional Notes:
Re-write of an old poem titled "Beast Be Gone" -
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-07-26 10:36:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Deni, the verse of a fighter- and it shows, weary doesn’t mean capitualiting. But it does get harder as the chance for victories decrease.
I like “My mantra now”, meaning that coming back, regrouping, changing strategies a bit; will recompense the value of living.
Very well done, as for evil; one more flaming in the eye. Well done.