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On the n-th day

Poetry By: stories

Tags: Ant, Lens, Burn, Burning, God, Good

ants on the ball

Submitted:Jan 31, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

God created the man,

and then he cried what he had made

guns,war,sex and abuse, we want to kill ourselves, yet our bodies refuse

why were we put on this world,

if we cannot die, how can we live

a beam of light shines through the clouds,

its not hope

god holds his lens

and we're goin to burn


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