Short little write I did for an English class resembling my palm, but I took it to an extra notch.
These thick headed men shall perish!
Unless, they cooperate with I, calm.
Smoke rises to the atmosphere.
Ring their bells, sound the alarm!
They aren't backing down!
Trees are burning down to the gravel.
These men are starting to fear.
They've been dreading this day
for nearly 18 years.
The river turns to lava.
The ground begins to shake.
They scream, "We surrender!"
Although, they're a second late.
Poetry by Andrew A. L
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Written on 2012-09-12 at 21:45
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A Fall of an Uprising
Let the apocalypse spring from my palm.These thick headed men shall perish!
Unless, they cooperate with I, calm.
Smoke rises to the atmosphere.
Ring their bells, sound the alarm!
They aren't backing down!
Trees are burning down to the gravel.
These men are starting to fear.
They've been dreading this day
for nearly 18 years.
The river turns to lava.
The ground begins to shake.
They scream, "We surrender!"
Although, they're a second late.
Poetry by Andrew A. L
Read 613 times
Written on 2012-09-12 at 21:45
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