Oh, you wretched fool.
You swine, you fiend.
Can't you see what you've done by growing this seed?
A ray of darkness you shine upon it.
A watering of bitter, sour tears will make it grow.
You have sown what you have wraught.
A growing machine of hate.
A growing tyrant born to discriminate.
A growing seed of death.
![]() The ReckoningA Poem by Mattrickk![]() I wrote this randomly.![]() © 2009 MattrickkAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 29, 2009 Author![]() MattrickkCleveland, OKAbout-I am Matt. -I am 18. -I am in love with music. -I am a good guy and I'm proud to finish last. -I am who I am. -I am comforable with being myself. -I listen to the music I want to listen t.. more..Writing
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