"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“Passed”

Passed

It was nice out,

Till the wind came,

And sucked it all away.

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Daylight gone,

No warmth, no sun,

Is this the end of days?

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Humans,.. .

No longer proud,

Hiding in holes like strays.

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Darkness abounds

In distant screams,

Stars have all passed away.

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Humanity lost,

Like rabid dogs,

We’ve all become insane.

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So hungry now,

No plants to eat,

Animals have all decayed.

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A planet dead,

So lifeless now,

Has simply faded away.

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Like nothingness,

Never were here,

Just remnants of our day.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


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“From The Shadows”

From The Shadows

There’s something in the night,

That crawls, there is,

Moaning and groaning,

Coming for the kids.

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White eyes in the dark,

No pupil there in,

The dog won’t even bark,

For the fear in him.

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It lives in the shadows,

From demons, was born,

From down in hell’s gallows,

No shape, nor form.

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Like some ancient curse,

To squander your soul,

To quench a thirst,

That’s never been full.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“The Darkness”

''The Darkness''

As the day passed, and the sun went down,
Waiting for all the stars to shine;
How quiet it was as night arrived,
The only sound was mine.. .

A growing mist,
A tree, it twists,
An aching wrist,
As I clench my fist.

A glowing eye,
It’s telling lies,
No reason why,
As I pass it by.

A groaning man,
He raised his hands,
Preaching of land,
And some dirty sand.

Where’s the stars, that should have shined,
Where is the moon this night?
All I see is darkness around,
Nothing here seems right.. .

A withered dock,
Some broken blocks,
A half sunk yacht,
Sits on a rock.

A feathered clown,
Is feeding hounds,
He spies the town,
With a mean ol’ frown.

Approaching cold,
And screaming souls,
A sound so old,
As the stories told.

What is all this, this strangeness I see,
Where are the cars on the street?
Is this a dream or something worse,
Evil from in Hell’s deep.. .

I close my eyes,.. . and.. .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


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“Satan’s Snack!”

''Satan's Snack!''

He sits up on high,
Where all the demons abide,
Just listening to our lies,
Waiting for the day, our time to die.

He’s the spoiler of the earth,
The keeper of Hell,
With a hunger and thirst,
Waiting for your soul as you fell.

He shines like the light,
He’s the bringer of pleasures,
And his smile is such a site,
Giving us all the earthly treasures.

Lurking in the night,
Waiting in the shadows,
For when the time is right,
He’ll take you to Hell’s gallous.

So make no mistake,
With a smile, he deceives,
It’s all in the take,
Tricking you so you believe.

Your skin is for peeling,
Your heart for him a snack,
In hopes, you are pleading,
When he finally sticks you thru the back.

You think you can join him,
Don’t get it so wrong,
Never will you be beside them,
Except when you’re just meat for their prongs.

Hell is evils paradise,
A hole in the universe,
Where souls are forever sacrificed,
With endless torments and thirst.

A place of outer darkness,
Of weeping and gnashing teeth,
Punished souls now left heartless,
As Satan snacks on such a treat.

The best flavor Satan savors,
Is when your empty soul is laid waste!

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Life’s Thief !”

Life's Theif !

The worst thief of all,
Is one who steals a life.
No right to make that call,
At the end of your knife?

A life you do steal,
No remorse, nor even shame.
At the end of your steel,
For what purpose, what gain?

There will be a time,
For you to pay your due.
You’ve committed a crime,
Against all that is true.

God gave us this gift,
A test of our worth.
You hurried so swift,
A life from this earth.

You cheated them of success,
Of earning their place,
You have no regret,
A life you did waste.

There’s a place for you,
Where Satan, he awaits,
To torment you through,
Watching your skin, as it bakes.

You murdered so brutal,
Their life was your snack.
Your evil and cruel,
And there’s no turning back.

For your selfishness, you troll,
You’ll pay with not your life,
But with all of your soul,
For eternities endless night.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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