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When i grow up
i want my thoughts to lead
A force that destroys
No one left to bleed
My actions are things
of which all will follw
my thoughts of chaos
all darkness and sorrow
My pain mirrored
On 6 billion faces
My heart buried
Under 6 billion paces
of feet
I want my tounge
To pierce all that it meet
All thoughts of happiness
My tounge will deplete
My movements so swift
With a fatal deft blow
let a corpse rot
Under the moons glow
I want my soul
My morality
My concience
my mortality
Kept under lock and key
So i can grow up to be
you.
Comments (2 Comments)
- 0DD_S3X - 10/04/2010
- constructive criticism thxs
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- JD-metalist - 10/04/2010
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The sake of rhyming gave your poem no purpose.
Sorry. 2 stars. - Report As Spam