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Evil reaper

Vile tiller

Scattering seeds of doubt

in crooked furrow

across tired brow

Plucking hackle

from caged quarry

intent on flight

Subverting clever soil

land once fertile

roiled useless by rancorous plow

What pleasure gained from sullied specie?

blood spattered silver

mined by shackled drudge

starving for a glimpse of self

Push the button

Click the link

Scroll the page

The master is waiting

Keyword: Doubt


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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