Hell is what you found.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A small lyrical section which I prefer to refer to as poetry. Quite deep, take a read, it's interesting :)

Submitted: November 25, 2011

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Traffic cones on letterboxes, no one's getting through.

To another's disbeliefhe didn't think of mischievous you.

Fathoms of the human plague adapting to his mind, he sees it all with love and rage yet still he thinks he's blind.

Sob little big boy never let it down, go insane and flick your fingers everybody knows you're tightly bound.

You searched and scoured, dirty vulture hell is what you found.

Saber tooth and mammoth fight it out upon the mountain.

Cavemen watch and learn how to make a violent outing.

Timber screams the woodchuck on his first wood chuck, still he knows his paradox has caged him with bad luck.

Joe Doyle


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