The False GodA Poem by MercutioThe poem is basically describes how jealousy poisons us.
Who am I?
Well I am the dime one picks up I am the sources of your luck See I am the king Who blesses you with a ring I am the god of power but yet I cant help but to be sour Bitterness will be the death of me but never mind that ,today is my finest hour Today I am a spring flower but tomorrow I will be caught in a shower The truth is I am losing all of my power but never mind that for today is my finest hour For I am the God of power
© 2014 MercutioAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMercutioNone, ALAboutJust call me Mercutio. Some of my writings are better then other. I originally tried to make myself age appropriate for everyone ,but eh Im sick of that sh*t. Im a generally nice guy,who cusses a litt.. more..Writing
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