Vipers

This is a very dark poem about wicked hearts submersed in the guilt of past sins and willing to repeat and/or to commit more crimes to hide the truth of their past. This is not one of my best spur of the moment poem, but it does strongly express my distaste for certain human behaviors.

 

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Vipers

                                

Vipers at the door, on the floor,

in the room, and underneath the bed.

 

Vipers, vipers everywhere,

vipers, vipers too blind and mad to care.

 

Vipers crawling out of long forgotten caverns

to strike a mortal blow to all who oppose or enjoy the glow,

striking with fear of evil past discovery foremost in mind.

 

Unwise, the vipers tries to repeat the original sin.

Never ever guessing how unforgiven and deeply despised

they are to the eyes.

 

Slithering everywhere without a care of the multitudes they

have harmed throughout the years.

 

Be gone damnation's pawns. Crawl back into your dark and soulless past.

Leave innocence to live in the light and the holy air.

 

Vipers at the door of clean souls no more.

 

                             Evelyn F. Altheimer-Fain© November 28, 2005

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