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Munkey-
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During english got extremley bored so I wrote a few poems:
Hope in Hopelesness.
Light in life.
The darkness expelled from your meager existence,
Bringing forth the true mettle of self
leaving only what you judge fit,
taking what you deem unworthy.
Your true being exposed to the full glory of a mornings dawn
Red bathes your body
the colour of blood, rage and anger
the history of a thousand years combined into a single moment
the cries of anguish and pain
coupled with the savage mentalities of the human race
A frail woman wailing,
clutching her baby to her breast,
but it doesnt wake up.
A dog howling,
sitting in a crater of destruction,
the search for its master abondoned.
But now a new sound.
Another, another. a thousand times repeated
the rat-a-tat of shattering teeth
the crumps of falling bodies,
Their future ambigious.
But one thing is certain,
that one pure undeniable truth.
The laughter will never stop ringing
A lightning flash,
a new life.
Its chance to carve its history across one field.
or that one moment,
That single rumble,
to cut a mighty swarthe across the land,
its tale told forever more.
Illumination,
its entity concluded.
The course of history changed.
The river of life adapted.
A new tale in a story that will last a thousand million years.
comments?
Hope in Hopelesness.
Light in life.
The darkness expelled from your meager existence,
Bringing forth the true mettle of self
leaving only what you judge fit,
taking what you deem unworthy.
Your true being exposed to the full glory of a mornings dawn
Red bathes your body
the colour of blood, rage and anger
the history of a thousand years combined into a single moment
the cries of anguish and pain
coupled with the savage mentalities of the human race
A frail woman wailing,
clutching her baby to her breast,
but it doesnt wake up.
A dog howling,
sitting in a crater of destruction,
the search for its master abondoned.
But now a new sound.
Another, another. a thousand times repeated
the rat-a-tat of shattering teeth
the crumps of falling bodies,
Their future ambigious.
But one thing is certain,
that one pure undeniable truth.
The laughter will never stop ringing
A lightning flash,
a new life.
Its chance to carve its history across one field.
or that one moment,
That single rumble,
to cut a mighty swarthe across the land,
its tale told forever more.
Illumination,
its entity concluded.
The course of history changed.
The river of life adapted.
A new tale in a story that will last a thousand million years.
comments?
