June 2, 2020Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment The 11th Hour THE 11TH HOUR This will not be kind it is one away from death that is the way of me with my mourning suit on the wreath of death where they do not know but they do that all is not sunder until they feel that all they do is about to turn into a shaking feeling about God as they start the right and left to be here where they all ask that you come to me with blessed heart and light fingered wedding. I will see that you are rewarded with sins and pardons that make all the real and unknown feelings of worth that are you. Bye! B fls Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...