Your mistakes, your deathA Poem by The Ugly RoseThere was once a saying "Stop to smell the roses". If you were to "smell the roses" Would you pick it? Would you kill the beauty For the pleasure of your own life Well now... That's murder
If someone were to come up behind you And tell you this: "You are going to be rape. I am now your master". You would fight...wouldn't you? Would you kill? For the freedom...
If we were to elect a leader A man to rule the world We love him as our guide As our light But years later... He is killed by the bullet of our own. Is that not contradictory?
Truely, we are mad. Those humans in the asylums.. They are not the mad men of the world We are.. For we believe we are true But once the truth reveals itself, We cannot help but kill for our own
Be ashamed, World... Mourn your lost brothers For you were the ones that killed them It's their scarlet blood on your face It's their eyes following you. It's your fault we died...
Be afraid. © 2009 The Ugly RoseAuthor's Note
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Added on July 29, 2009Last Updated on July 29, 2009 AuthorThe Ugly RoseCalgary, CanadaAbout* I love it when you rate my work, not just review it :P* Nearly all my work has spelling errors because my keyboard often misses keys that I press * **If you would like to quote my work, or use it.. more..Writing
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