Thought that this pom sort of relates to Do Seek Their Meet From God
Are you a weakling gowning with discomfort
Are you foolish and decievable
Are you a baby with closed eyes
If you are you may not live another day
It is the vicious, the cruel, that conquer the land
with majestic pride swelling upon their ignorant face
It be the Satan that suck you soul until you don't consider grace
It be the lifeless ghosts yet so live full that play mind games in you brain
They pity us, think we are worthless rotten garbage
But it be our pride and intelligence that soar above the very best
It be our skillful traits that flash the gaping hands of the mischievous
It be our morals,and etiquettes that will grant us eternal happiness
It be the willingness of pain and suffering that grant us giant fortitude
Greatness can be achieved by life longing, but a man can hop to greatness
who shall decipher the battle for the fittest
Gee, your poetic responses to the short stories are very interesting. I think that you should continue to respond reflectively and thoughtfully with creativity and originality to literature. Keep blogging!
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