Pure EvilA Poem by The High PoetThis is a little poem about my evil step father.An evil man born from a snake
When he yells the room does shake
He was a monster before his fall
Hit his head now his brain is small
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So much anger spews from his lips
Constant waves hitting the ships
Evil, a monster, a demon I see
Lock him up and throw away the key
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How can a man be so bad?
Is he calm or is his brain mad?
All I did was stand up to him
Taking shots off the chin
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He has the power to take my freedom away
Telling lies about me almost everyday
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24 Reviews Added on April 16, 2010 Last Updated on August 4, 2010 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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