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"Exit" - a poem

Started by Babo Flatulentius the 3rd, July 04, 2017, 11:56:06 PM

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Babo Flatulentius the 3rd

exit

you fake
you break down and cry
don´t  take that step
for heavens sake


fucked up shell
golden inside
a beautiful hell
we hide

it´s written in the books
but we´re too afraid to read
harvest the trees
but never understand the seed

if fear is a demon
I kiss this monsters face
caress a dead heart
and study an insane race



[burp! now my medulla oblongata is itching... meh]

Cramulus

I like it.

I like the meter - the second stanza has a cool little jump at the end