poemranker ::Unjust by angel_uy

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Free verse № 30171

Unjust

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Dec 2002 · 2 comments

Fears are great You meet your fate The lies arise Amongst the cries I look around But hear no sound The raging war Is no more I think we've won It wasn't fun So many gone Its been so long I can not lie I want to die To leave this place With great haste

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2 comments

[1] Bill Z Bub 14-Dec-02/8:07 PM Reply
uh huh.
[n/a] Bachus 14-Dec-02/8:19 PM Reply
why do i even choose, because my assistant is a quadropalegic and i am merely a head in a box.