Foolish Words Spoken Wise, by Anarchy_will_rise
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Everyday I sit on top of my glorious mountain
Im at the peak of my destination
and yet im looked down upon by others
so then just as i had risen i had fallen bak down
and now im in this endless battle of climbing
as i cut and bruse i dnt give up
and i strive for the taste of greatness and power
but the river is drying up and leaving nothing but sorrow
and defeat
but i shall rise before this great evil and overcome the
hated
and i will be the hated and i will be the power
i will have a taste of power and the taste of greateness
and if it comes from nothing but leaches and snakes
i will defeat and i will achieve my goal
i will the make the river and ocean
i will change the coarse of thought
i will rule with the hand of the fallen...
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Posted: 2008-11-20 04:48:46 UTC |
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2008-12-18 15:37:09 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
interesting but very much confusing and yet you can still understand it to an extent....i like the poem though.... |