Poems, Rants and Raves
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Where are you?
Where am I?
What is this sphere,
On which we die?
Is it heaven,
Is it hell?
Hell is what this cruel world is.
Most will never hear glory bells.
For all the sinners in the world,
Far surpass the holy.
And as we plead for our souls,
The gods glance away coldly.
We were damned from the beginning,
To a world of hurt and confusion.
Beatings, rape, murder, and cheating,
Toyed with for others amusion.
Why must we suffer so?
Why were we put upon this place?
To hurt, to feel the pain,
Of others hitting, and of disgrace.
The only good thing on this hell is love,
It is the raft in choppy waters.
But even in that you can get hurt.
As people like to abuse others.
The Reaper
Do not fear the Reaper,
Tis only death he brings.
And that is not as horrible,
As many make it seem.
True, death is a sad experience.
It effects family and friends.
But time will help the healing,
And wounds will slowly mend.
But to me it is a new begining.
A time to be reborn.
To be refreshed, to start anew.
And death brings that along.
The Reaper represents our fear,
An image we created.
He looks too scary for his job
Because death should be celebrated.
I will not fear the Reaper,
For to my life I have been true.
I will not fear the Reaper.
The question is, will you?
HEY! I never said I was GOOD at it, did I?
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