Poem: Morning

The morning comes up over suburbia
In tiny rays of blue light
With intermittent tail lights
Shining red against the darkness

Like brazen eyes of evil
That shriek and shrivel
At daybreak’s final call.

Beware you in picturesque houses
And beautiful lawns
Sin and lies by gorgeous lips
May prosper for a season
But they all come to judgment
Before the end.


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