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okay i have decided to post one of the poems i made from last year and if you dont like it just say so okay and no everlasting long reason why you do not like it plz that will only agrovate me
the name of this poem is curroption:
This world is currupted by god's hand on the world. at first you think the world is pure full of chances where your mom would tell you anything is possible but then ten years later you find out your cusin is smoking weed. even when you walk the streets you can spot drug dealers on the side of each corner selling weed, crack, and heroin.even as you lay in your bed gangsters and rapists fill the night with fear, blood, tears, and the sound of gunshots as the gangsters fight for territor and do drive bys while the rapists rape, kidnap teenagers, and women while the carjackers steal hummers, mustangs, and firrarris as the sirens of the police and the ambulance head to the crime scene. when you think about it as you get older you get to see life for what it really is currupted like light plunged into darkness so be ready for the truth and see past the illusion. because the world is currupted and full of death
Disclaimer: i am not saying it was god that did this but the point to this is man this world is ******** up when you get older
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