Fallen Hearts

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Here's a poem I just wrote today. I hope you enjoy it!

Submitted: March 19, 2009

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Submitted: March 19, 2009

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Fallen Hearts

Fallen Hearts are crying

Fallen Hearts are dying

The end is coming to some of us,

Death is waiting for all of us.

People in the streets are praying to God,

Will He give the poor people a fishing rod?

The rich people in their houses of gold,

At least they all will get to grow old.

People on the street are the people I wanna meet,

People on the street are people I'll always greet.

People that are rich hide everything inside,

People that are rich, most have died inside.

Fallen Hearts are spying,

They are not the ones who are dying.

They will find the words written on the wall,

Many will come, many will answer the call.

There will be a war of terrible scope,

Many of us will still have hope.

A war that will dominate all living things,

Corporate leaders will control their puppets with their golden strings.

This war will take place in everyone's mind,

This war includes all mankind.

All will participate in this event,

Who is the fastest? Can you pitch a tent?

So the message has been sent like lightning from the sky,

Many will turn and ask each other, "Why?"

The Fallen Hearts are crying,

But the Fallen Hearts, they are not dying,

The Fallen Hearts, like most, are lying.


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