The Worst CreationA Poem by Dennis ShanabergThey said my head would be in the clouds But so far I’m just beating it on every wall I find. I was told that my time was now But I’ve found It keeps ticking on & on until we die. How I thought I was something new But I’m not I’m just as bad & broke as everybody else. Detractors say that I’ve lost my way But they’re wrong I was born back on this twisted path to Hell. I’ve been thorough in this self-destruction. Tore myself apart so i cannot function. There’s no chance for a resurrection. My demise for everyone’s protection. And I’ll scream And I’ll shout As I’m taken down. The Devil Will Smile As he’s handing me my crown. Desolation Immolation In this finale To God’s worst creation. © 2014 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 8, 2014 Last Updated on January 8, 2014 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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