There lies a hymn

There lies a hymn

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Tempestuous angst
harp string footprints
over scattered eggshells
snake eyes under
monk's hoods
selling your souls,
selling your souls
as the cemetery plagues
grows in numbers
the church bell tolls.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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I am going to come back to this one...
I have several scenarios in mind...
but one is the republican party and how they seem to not let this Trump character go...
they sell their souls to a notion....
and you speak of numbers...."find me 11000 votes...
the church bell will toll of this scavenger in the end.

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Yes, how so. Trump seems to not have a political following but a cult following. His skill set is l.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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