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Come and sit with me as I say this rhyme
In a dream world, there is nothing called hate
Yet, there it is, killing from time to time.
It just destroys us; Is it just out fate?
There’s a little monster hidden in the shade.
It’s arrogant, ignorant, and absurd.
When it plays, no one can come to your aid.
It kills slowly without even a word.
Time heals all wounds, but why does this scar last?
It is said that it is just human nature’d
Can no one be delivered from the blast?
It seems peace can no longer be assured.
1111111111Pandora opened the box, hope inside.
1111111111Until the monster dies, we must abide.
- by Bad Wolf Paradox |
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- | Submitted on 08/13/2009 |
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- Title: One Of Our Banes
- Artist: Bad Wolf Paradox
- Description: This is something I had to do for an English class. This is a sonnet poem (Yes, Shakespearean sonnet like). I understand if it doesn't flow or if it is horrible to you. I am not exactly a poet really but I happen to like this (even if I forced some rhymes). It is basically about hate and human nature. Enjoy.
- Date: 08/13/2009
- Tags: banes sonnet hate
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