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| Open Poetry #43 |
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War Cry |
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xTr3m3sT Member
since 2008-03-03
Posts 415 |
I'm escaping, the chain's scraping, and my brain's chasing this pain is not elusive but exclusive to the same pacing the plain casings of empty shells call upon my soul's empty wells to maybe swell and explode with emotion to combat hell the guns show my ultimate tomb, cursed since the womb rinse the moon for the white needs red to symbolize doom I must realize soon, I will never accomplish nothing by running I stop stunting, drop nothing, and begin to start gunning I hear drumming, the war drum pounds as I hear the sound my eyes glow around the cornea with fiery pounds suddenly noise drowns and all I hear is my heartbeat ringing in my ear the rhythm almost puts me to sleep I let out a war cry for I will be done, independent with glee for me I'll rather die a warrior then live without being free. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
You are getting a lot better at the internal rhyme. This is interesting, but unsettles me a bit (which I think you might be striving for). A |
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