Bred A DemonA Poem by Alexander143The bad we inflict on others soon reflect in the goblins they turn out to be...
A demon is an angel in a wrong life;
When good lusts evil, the aftermath, hurt and strife, When Mr. goody-two-shoes, had-been gets 'bad' for a wife; That's, Satan getting behind you holding a sharp knife!!! You curved a villain without thinking twice...
You bred a demon, now have a slice!!! Its not life when we rehearse to be nice. What's the point of life when another life is the price? Every little makes a Mickey. Every Mini, makes the sin sticky. Life's no journey, nor ice cream, its tricky. When the norm keeps changing, its normal to wish to be freaky!!! The going got tough, but the tough have already gone mad. Its life hommie... Evil flows in veins, not blood. Even Wacko Jacko couldn't survive in a time this bad. Somebody call Noah, this life needs a flood!!! The act has been repeated for a time, too long. We've all forgotten the place to which the actors belong. Change is the only constant song. Oh! The past too, but that's the archive for our every wrong. A villain is the goblin. An angel is before the green. Smash open the windows! Doors are shut, room's closing in!!! Everything's changed... Dull for good, Fun for sin. A demon is cain. But there's no place for good men. Everybody thinks it cool to be a villain. Yes, life flows not on joy, but on pain. Its us, we're the things we do. The thought, and wishes too. There no demons in those movies you view. The demons are; you and the people around you. Keep Smiling © 2012 Alexander143 |
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Added on November 22, 2012 Last Updated on November 22, 2012 AuthorAlexander143Lusaka, Lusaka, ZambiaAboutI love poetry, making friends, having a good time and watching cartoons. more..Writing
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