A Naked Soul

Poetry Sunday

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Never I’ll pick a sword,
Guns I’ve thrown from a mountain top.

My armor,
I’ve already put down,
Slay, if you can,
I’m open to be let down.

I’ll let you shoot me down,
On my knees,
I know, I’ll be drawn,
On the ground.

Crawling, I know I’ll bleed,
To be ripped apart in pieces,
Out of a human,
Who was never found.

Cause tonight,
I’ve let my armor down,
Words are worthless,
I’ll let you see through,

A naked soul….