On Satan’s Grave

Between the lines

  you read my story

 

The pain I felt

  you washed in glory

 

New letters rose

  the words reformed

 

As Angel’s danced

  with time forlorn

 

On Satan’s grave

  a vesper bell

 

Salvation rings

  —all lies in hell

 

(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: June, 2014)

 

 

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