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A Novel by Chris Madonia
Available now from Trafford
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My Poetry
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If I were God.
If I were God, the streets would run red A river of blood, of those who blood shed. Piles of bodies that bloat, rot and fester Murderers, rapists and child molesters. Thieves, cheaters, frauds and liars Burned from the earth by just cleansing fires. The good and the kind, the mild and meek Would no longer have worry of safety to seek. The greedy, the bigots, malicious and rude Strewn on the ground, as scavenger food. Id demand from all, to do harm to no one To care for themselves to laugh and have fun. Make the most of themselves, speak no hurtful word. Harm no other man, animal or bird. For the world as it is twas not meant to be. It was meant to be wondrous wild and free. I think Id not sit on my throne high above And watch as men evil destroy what I love. Id walk amongst man, a sword in my hand. Expounding my values, men would no where I stand. Thered be no need for heated debate Is it right, is it wrong, are we early or late? Id suffer no second guessing or making excuses For habits and weakness, addictions, abuses. The bar Id set high, help to all I would lend To those who strive to succeed rich blessings Id send. So if youre a slacker, a loser a lout Best be prepared, for Im coming about. Ill whip on your ass, knock your dick in the dirt. If you mess with my people, even one of them hurt. Id be a loving God, but not to all They tried that before and it led to mans fall. I know what youre thinking Im glad Thunders not God! But Im working on it!
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About the AuthorGrowing up reading Tolkien, Brooks and King, Chris Madonia learned the love of story telling. This is his first published work, reflecting his love of heros, motorcycles, magic, and monsters. Chris lives in middle America and works as a Transportation Security Officer. |
by Christopher Madonia
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