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It doesn't even care

Poetry By: Moness315
Health and fitness

This is a poem about cancer and what I would do if I could.

Submitted:Jul 27, 2012    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

No Soul


A little devil,

With no soul.

I know it has no soul

Because it doesn't care.

It kills for pleasher,

Steals from helpless kids,

Kidnaps people from there families,

And more.

If it where on trile,

No one wold what to be it's lawyer.

The death sentence would be to nice,

I want it to suffer,

Like so many have.

A life sentence would be too sweet,

It would smile,

Mocking us.

I say barie it alive,

Drown it,

It's a real witch this time,

Let it die in vain.

It doesn't care about us,

Why should we about it?

For Stella, Jack, and every one eles who's ben hurt by canser.


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