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This poem is inspired by the Gone series by Michael Grant, so I suggest if you haven't read the series to read at least through Lies before reading my poem.

Submitted:Apr 22, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Forty-two hours of darkness;

Forty-two hours of death.

Forty two hours alone,

With no mother to help you rest.

Forty-six hours of sunshine:

Forty-six hours of day.

Forty-six hours with no rules,

In the zany FAYZ.

I have felt the wall of block;

The sting of its cool surface.

It comes to haunt me in my rest,

And smack my dirty face.

Now the end is near;

The angel and prophetess are here.

To comfort and see the Red Sunset,

That helps us live and let the demon die.

*Inspired by: the Gone series, by Michael Grant


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