Urban JungleA Poem by thejohnphenomenonhearts beat "desperate" horrid minds desolate intricate binds seated high atop the steel cities above real pities that fly
shoulders bruised the befallen weight so crude to the sinners come the saints screams of valor so faint tainted lore to the brim with fake paint
to the victor go the spoils to the angels go the turmoil foiled once again red-handed rebels with no friends blood-stained gravel coiling around the bend it doesn't end © 2008 thejohnphenomenon |
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Added on October 17, 2008 AuthorthejohnphenomenonPhilippinesAboutsup they call me john. i like the arts. literature film music that old chestnut. I'm 17 ive been writing since I knew how but I've only been taking it seriously for about a year please review my stuff.. more..Writing
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