Grammar evil poem
Grammar is a cage from hell,
Trapped your mind,
Enslaved your soul,
Torture your mortal fresh with hatred and pain.
A solder raises his sword,
Cut the chains and free our soul.
We enjoy a moment of our freedom,
And then, the freedom become our burden,
And our burden leads us to another cage.
A cage that always exist,
A cage that you can never resist,
A cage that has its own cycle of hell.