My Art

Marshall Culpepper
The swift strokes of blood,

fall upon a snow white palate.

The darkness of the soul,

put on display.

The world will feel my wrath,

for all the pain it's caused.

My pen and I can do anything,

and that's my hidden trait.

I can cut you with my words,

and leave you wanting death.

This is the measure of my soul.

This is my art.

Published by Marshall Culpepper

I am 25 years old. I write mostly editorials and poetry. Open to any assignments. I speak two languages. English, and American Sign Language. Both of my parents were deaf, and very proud of it. I learne...  View profile

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