Syllabic Poem| The Culminating 30
One
Manic
Man
In spite
Ignites
The world
Raining hell
Upon
Innocent
Souls once content
With simple living
And little more
Than roof and table
To meet their daily need
He wrests this from them
In his vain, incessant greed
For power and influence
And all that ever meant
More to him than sanity
But now he sees his enemy
They stand, bloodie…
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