Poetry doesn't have to be pretty words
Poetry is pure human emotion
It can be mean
It can be hateful
It can shed tears
And be painful
Poetry is life
Let your words express that
Good day
Goodness and blessings shall come your way Peace, love, and joy The clouds will part and the sun shine through Peace, love, and joy
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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