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Poetry : In the End

Updated on March 21, 2011

Fire flies fall from the skies creating a desolate atmosphere
Gasoline lays way for the fires dismay and engulfs all that is everywhere
Rivers run dry as the earth, she cries and all seems so lost and decayed
Millions are dead and ones who live dread what is going to happen today
Disease flocks as the ticking time bomb clocks how many hours remain
Flesh seems cold in the desert so old nothing will ever be the same
Wages of war have set the high score as hatred lays way to pain
Yet they are decieved the ones that lie, they believe and all hope is down the drain
Going green is now in, love is of sin and money is what runs the world
Duplicate ways seem to be okay in a place to chaotically bold
The rich have power and they devour the poor like fire on wood
Slavery is reintroduced as people hang bagged and noosed, no longer this world reins good
Piercing cries are heard from the ones who lie, "Why have you forsaken me!?"
Yet God is good, He does all that He should and loved you so to let you be

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      magnificent!

      your best work that I have seen by far!

      very well done

      up/awesome

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      ii3rittles 6 years ago

      Thanks Ben! I just wrote that after reading stuff on the whole war that's going on right now. It's quite sad how many people don't realize this world is on a fast track, one way ticket to hell if they don't change their ways. *sigh*

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