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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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The Wrath Woe at midnight The Lamb's off the nail. Noisy waves of whipping, Weeping, gnashing, And reaping the wages Of murdering mothers, The nurturers of death. It matters not Artery, character, or mirror. The Passion was as Aggressive and abrasive, As an abortion of innocence. Now comes the turbulent justice and Tabulation of tribute That strikes down those who titillate, Regulate, and stipulate, Those too busy to be troubled By eternal damnation. 18 Lines
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