Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 20, 2019

A DYING PYTHON~by Young Francis




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I have seen its blades of pain
With no life and no gain
Lying alone,dead and sick
A league of poisoned ribs

Broken tunes to you it’ll rend
In a world which fits a trench
Like a mother who rages east
Towards a bindless rotten breast

Bread and wine it is but a fall
A kind of life so freaking small
Like a world in hopeless gain
A life so entangled pain

Another bulldog is its kind
Showing the symptoms ripping signs
With long elongated, lying stretched
A core body without a head

Sure enough for you not to be
If in haste you will turn to weeds
What is Python’s devilish home?
It’s a home of broken souls.

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Copyright @Young Francis(blessed talents).
God bless everyone!!!.

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