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An epiphany of dust
The meaning of our lives
Confused amongst lust
Sink down to the bottom
Back to the beginning
Find significance in this
Battle we’re not winning
A collaboration of evil
Ready to apply
The multitudes of sin
From land up to sky
Earth; close to destruction
Our world we must save
A battle to be fought
Between the evil and the brave
> I don't consider it poetry if it doesnt rhyme or have rhytmn to it,
> otherwise it is just a passage of writing.
they call it "prose" i believe my friend :)
Black Glove, I'd like your msn addy please.
An empty razor-blade packet
Blood dripped on the floor
The smell of fear in the air
The bolted lock on the door
I life not worth living
A fear felt too strong
Regret and hate felt too much
Living went on too long
Its not my best but I though I may as well post it
An epiphany of dust
The meaning of our lives
Confused amongst lust
Sink down to the bottom
Back to the beginning
Find significance in this
Battle we’re not winning
A collaboration of evil
Ready to apply
The multitudes of sin
From land up to sky
Earth; close to destruction
Our world we must save
A battle to be fought
Between the evil and the brave