Poetry part 3

[Typhoid]

Well, why not? The other one died down, and i would have posted this in there, but surprise surprise, i was the last to post in it.


But anyways, i think i shall once agin show my other, non post cramming side.


-----------------------------Shatterday------------------


The fun and games are done,
It's time to take the gun,
to grow up and be a man,
because im told i can,
The fights are not my own,
the ruler wants his throne,
they tell me its my job,
so i go inside the mob,

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The trigger snaps back,
my eyes fade to black,
the bullet flies fast,
tearing flesh, and destroying the past,

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How many souls must cry, and families grieve,
for one mans superior greed,
Sirens raid the air,
the target; they dont care,
Loud becomes quiet,
surrounded by a riot,
dark becomes light,
for what we think is right,
a shot sounds straight ahead,
the looming fear of being dead,
guilt builds deep within,
war has claimed another victim.





No its not as good as i can do, but i wrote it in a 35 minute period while i was supposed to do a math quiz. I didnt do all too well on that, lets say. And on a side note, i am aware some parts sound horrible, and creepishly morbid depending how you read it.