What happens when you play god?A Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.poem bout a cherub who cuz she's bored begins 2 toy with ppl's lives She treats them like toys an goes on about the effect of her actions an how something once pure cud go so wrong an evilOn a whim, floats a cloud With a winged Babe aloft
Every good, and every bad Is laughed at And written on a writing pad
The dollies start to break And a winged child grows bored
Another soul has fallen And soon Babe has an ocean
Babe is still bored, and smirks As she floats on her toy she has wrought
She plays with her toys, and the cries increase Little winged Babe, sinks to the ground
Pound!Pound! Pound!Pound!
Her oceans now vast, the cries feed its yearn
The world is shown Babe's scorn She floats, and she glares; she sinks even lower
A cherub once born, now feared as the devil
Babe will sink deeper and scream And call her real mean
And still she grows cold, Frozen In the flames she still lies
Her wings disintegrated, while her halo fries
She doesn't scream But her toys They will die
Then she'll play puppets While she sinks Where she lies
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StatsAuthorEmily Dickinson Jr.FLAboutIm just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..Writing
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