MARK WELLS POETRY SET FOUR

A: THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST

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THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST The darkness inexplicably charged, The silence heavy and drugged. Lightning forked like bull's horns, Thunder sounded like...

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TUNNEL OF LIGHT Images flash past as if on a superhighway, My life, my love things I have achieved, Slowly I begin to shut down deaths spell...

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THE TROUBLE WITH LIFE The trouble with life one day we are happy, one day we are sad, But only if your lucky things all go as planned. Fate often...

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LOVERS WALK We walked a-little like lovers, A-little like distant strangers. Trees passed were like candles, lifeless without flame, The river...