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These Hands

With these hands that I hold above my head,

I have destroyed the old and the young,

I have defaced beauty,

I have saved the sinful,

I have made others feel my pain.

 

With these hands, I have ended worlds.

 

Everything they were, gone.

You can take me, but you’ll never bring them back.

I am here, I will be remembered.

 

Those who knew them, now know me.

 

My name running through their heads,

My name they will curse, everyday.

My name, forever they will hate.

 

With these hands I have ruined them,

Now these hands have one last task,

With these hands I end one last world.

◄ Love Sickness

Dreaming ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (4744)

Tue 17th Jun 2008 21:04

I'm going with Melanie... hypnotic. So the speaker is either a God a meglomaniac or has a serious ego problem. I can;t quite ground it, but I certainly enjoyed the flow.

<Deleted User> (5984)

Mon 2nd Jun 2008 22:22

I had to read this poem several times. The repetition gives it a very hypnotic quality and the energy and fire comes through in every word.

Mel
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<Deleted User> (4281)

Sun 1st Jun 2008 18:16

Hello, Jordan

Very profound write -your imagination I pictured, it looks scary.
Like Sean noted the Armageddon.

Thank you,
Zuzanna

<Deleted User> (4979)

Sun 1st Jun 2008 13:37

This is brilliant, something you would right in the midst of armageddon
Words of a man done wrong.
Fantastic!

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