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A poem based off us on what we've done to the world, it talks about a great monster destroying us, but in reality, we're the great monster.


Submitted:Jun 22, 2008    Reads: 92    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I see a great beast,
His name is the terrible,
He hath brought pain onto this world.

Sayeth thee,
A man with not a soul,
But with a heart.

The greath behemoth destroys,
Destroying houses,
Bring plagues onto this world.
Not such seen since,
Sodom and Gomorrah.

But this great behemoth,
No, it is not a behemoth,
It as a monstrosity.

This great monstrosity has brought
War and famine,
The greatest the one has never seen.
This great monstrosity is nothing but,
Our mere hearts.

For we, sayeth a priest,
We are the true monstrosities,
Because of our hearts.





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