Zada Amanda Jones

HEADS TURNING

I see heads turning whenever I open my eyes. the lives of the dead are undenied. For when I'm conscience of my mind the thirst of blood is only a fourth of time. The universe is twisted with satanic dwellers, a child is born along with a killer. Stars are named only to bring hope, But the hope is gone along with this poem. I close my eyes so I can no longer see, the desease and pleags the earth has broght onto me. Now that it's dark I'm afraid to see, for those heads may be sitll staring while they are spinning constantly.

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