Yellow River
06/12/18
What be this stain through
corpse doth run
from bitter water's path
The drink within the
liquid sin
that patiently brings
wrath
This colored skin and eye
doth 'pear
a yellowed fever lash
Of evil work the flowing
one
of sorted cabinet stash
For joy and glee doth one
imbibe
without a thought toward
this
Until thus river creeps
within
and not one soul it's miss
Destruction is it's plan
of sorts
with favored cast and play
and n'er a one knows this
his fate
till stricken ill one day
And now it's grasp holds
deep inside
the yellow river steers
to bring upon it's victim
one
a lessening of years
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