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A poem about the forces around our deeds.

Submitted:Jan 8, 2007    Reads: 161    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

I remember a time,

When I saw people,

Sick individuals,

As the souce of all evil.

I found it to easy,

To blame everything,

On the mistakes of man,

Far to pleasing,

To fling accusations,

As far as I can.

Then one day,

A vail was lifted,

Lifted off of my eyes,

And around most people,

I saw demons laughing,

And dancing,

As they twisted truth,

Into stupid little lies.

I watched as these creatures,

Devoured men,

Like fleshy little pies,

I watched in,

Self righteous delight,

Until my own demon,

Came from behind me,

And looked me in the eye.


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