Poetry by Sublime Citrus
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Hee Hee
O' little bird!
Up in the sky!
You dropped some poo!
Poo in my eye!
O' I won't shout!
I will not cry!
Just thank the lord.. that cows don't fly!!
The Birth of Hate
Deep in the age of primordial life,
Humans, ants and whales prospered first.
Between two loved ones of upright type,
The world fought amongst itself,
And there was created a demon-
Vile, black, monstrous without definition.
Like a wraith it stalked Man first;
Hardly visible it was, but time drew the lids of Man open,
And he could see the black light of the Shadow.
The wretched manifestation of life,
Never could it be called the Devil's work.
The Almighty blunder of Life's talent, creation,
Destined the colossal collage to an eternity of speckled light.
The dawning age of emotional conflict
Came as the Shadow upon the earth.
Lurking behind shut doors,
And trapped within stone walls of obscurity,
The Shadow remained nameless;
The people and the beasts lived on unnoticeably stirred.
Canon balls exploded with heightening frequency;
The war of views loved pummeled the barriers of Darkness' path.
The Shadow walked free;
Recognized in the world as an infant,
It knew to well its ways for it was old.
The frustrated beast,
Once trapped by the youthful innocence of earth,
Meandered now free in the paths of lives,
Tinting the glass of their existence from celestial bright.
The world dimmed in the shadow of a single cloud
As the demon spread its formless hands about the world.
Man saw, realized, and called the void Hate.
