As the stars began to rise
on the milky colored canvas,
the sun sinks.
It sinks, it tares down families,
families with hopes, dreams, prayers,
and answers. It takes down secrets, lies,
regrets, chivalry, and hope.
As the world stares down on what it has
made, it takes its' last breath and dreams.
Poem 2.
Our world is a gnarled, twisted, angry jungle.
Full of predators and full of prey, full of dreams,
fun of hope. Full of defeat, full of victory.
Only the strong will survive.
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