The war was fought but never won,
There can be no victory here.
A message of hate spread across both land and sea,
Thrust back from each frontier.
Those born inside the walls
Know no other life,
Brought into insanity the very first hour,
The disease in them is rife.
The world, wounded, staggers onward,
Their enemy blinded to their plight;
They care not for the human soul,
Instead in Hell they delight.
Now a cover for the book,
The people see the picture
And conjure flames to dissolve the words,
Reading not the scripture.
They call themselves a church
A home, a family - units of peace,
But you'll find no refuge at their door,
Only a nightmare that will never cease.
A contest entry
- Westboro Baptist Freaks! by karma-n-peace.
1300 points, ended December 24, 2007, 6 entries
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Comments
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you do so much with so few words amazing.
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The rythm and rhyme is perfect in this piece and the content is beyond excellent.
Thank you so much for entering, for taking the time to write something about this topic.
The words you write are powerful and true.
Wonderful write!
Have an awesome weekend!
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You speak fluidly through this piece. The hate they breed is far worse than what the terrorists feel for us. One wishes the ground would open up and swallow them whole.
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I do not wish that, but I do wish that they will be able to open their minds and accept the world as it is. Still, each to his own I suppose. It wouldn't be a problem, but they do rather like to upset people it seems, which is never good. Surely they should try to improve the world, not make it worse?
Eh, I don't really understand them. I think it may well be beyond my mental capabilities.
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