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the crows rest
on a tree of black
hot ash
falls from the sky
like burning rain
a snake climbs
from the pits of Hell
its venom
poisoning the land
you and I
wake from our slumber
and are drawn to the dark
afraid to face the light
in our path
a white rabbit
is dying
we bury it
under the black tree
a crow
flies away
the leaves rustling
beckoning it to return
but it does not come
the snake whispers
of a paradise
but you turn away
saying it's a lie
I follow,
uncertain of who is true
- by OMG You Killed Kenny1596 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/01/2009 |
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- Title: untitled
- Artist: OMG You Killed Kenny1596
- Description: first poem ive submitted so far. wrote it down pretty quickly sometime last week or so. got the inspiration from 'a spoken word' by the band AFI, along with other things
- Date: 02/01/2009
- Tags: untitled
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Comments (2 Comments)
- UC Poika - 06/20/2009
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Very intriguing. But I can see why it's untitled.
Good poem all in all. - Report As Spam
- pinconojo - 02/02/2009
- that's good very good for a first post
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