The Book of Souls
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4/4/2025 for The Book of Souls Poetry Contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
So it is written, so it is read,
when kings and peasants meet the death hour,
no longer will peasants be unfed,
no more, the wealthy to devour.
Until now, you've been sorely misled.
There will be a change of power.
Spirits will then play different roles.
So illuminates the book of souls.
Hark, the two-headed reptile's speech.
Listen closely to every word.
From sacred scrolls, you hear him preach,
amidst pleas for mercy, he's undeterred,
as rich oppressors do beseech,
their punishment till death, deferred.
Prepare to sleep on a bed of coals,
and read up on your book of souls.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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