A new world

A new world

A Poem by Justaman

Yo everyone listen. Im about to subsequently but, hesitently, lead you all into a call' that can proceed to be in sudden affliction or even angst, but im youre leader,youre definite mate.when coming into my creed; please see me with awe, wev'e already had too many hundred falls for any of you to leave. And dont worry, you dont need to applaud, trust me, youre pain is bearable, though it may have been unbearable, i am here now, i swear to all of you, through every merit in full, my plan is the seed, you are the ample people who will water it and raise it like a steeple to' become the grimstone and cornerstone of our planet, so none will know us as feeble. Like a needle in a surrenge, The leedle of the peoples' broken arms giving life and connection to every motion whether alive or dead; we shall apply and avenge for our revenge to so send this message outwardly and inwardly to earth;like a bridge diligently to both and every end; but with us it shall begin and to and fro on every bodys row, they may not even know but to us there is no end. Indeed, youre all my friend, i so swear to lend every heart ache in my heart and head, whether severed in a part, or apart from out or from within; no matter our differ-ences', I must insist that through evolution and by mankind,although you shouldnt mind, we may be differ-ent but were also quite the same,whether were opened or closed, youll soon see that were indefinitely the both,from every corner home to every alley lane, This is my oath:I know that you attempt to blend in or hide but you'll come to find that you are all my kin. I love you, but here those no need for love, Above that we are, and around hate wev'e moved about like the sound in the dust of stars the size of several crumbs, i know that youre numb, but take our extentialism and turn it into parts' of science or technology,but forget about your money or your funds; just combine the knowledgy and open yourself to seeing what we truly are. Lets take the chances that may be very distant and far, the prance that may make on us scars on our hearts the size of 18 inch lances, but may also in turn out us on par with the dis-tan-ces , in each and every one of us is our very own art and its up to us to put it into the societal cart, to do our singly part; to make due, no matter the outcome no matter how rancid, its somewhere that we must start.

© 2014 Justaman


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