A LIGHT of hope exists
till hell finds it’s miracle
and finds it’s scar
that blood assassins find
their mark upon neck
and all of our flesh
T’was later in summer
when the world died
and the dead devour
the living flesh
of our apocalyptic

:: 09-13-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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