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Post by Spawn on Jan 3, 2007 20:47:50 GMT
Hush child The darkness is rising Your to young to understand But your sprit will hate me
Don't you worry child You'll grow up Knowing your fathers a thief And your mothers lost her belief
As the time passes you'll grow older And vegance will unfold
Sleep child Your still here Young and innocent Don't worry.
Carry your thoughts Your fears Into your dreams And then grow old Feel the grief.
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Post by Ceri on Jan 3, 2007 21:08:06 GMT
And once again, Spawn hits a new height of depressing poetry I joke, but I like the poem Nice work!
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Post by Spawn on Jan 3, 2007 21:11:09 GMT
Aww, I'm sorry, its just I only bother writing poetry when I'm down, so it would be a tad hard to write happy poems from the heart.
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Post by Ceri on Jan 4, 2007 10:25:33 GMT
There's nothing wrong with sad poetry, it's just me who personally prefers it a little happier. So I wouldn't go by what I say I like this poem, though
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Jan 5, 2007 17:51:24 GMT
And this is from the guy who is not turning Emo another great poem Ralph
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