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Hi, my name is ]Subi[

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By Subi

Created: 2008-11-25 21:42:22

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In the beginning God created Earth

Then God created the being Man

Man and woman

Husband and Wife

Living and Dying

Killing with Strife

Man held the world up high

Women not to far below

Fading into days of old

We find ourselves drifting

Far apart

Farther

Til

We

Find

The End

We survive the crisis

And the Disaster

Bowing now to

The new Master

The world

Destroyed

Ruins

Behold

With the

Horrible

Days of

Old

Man wasn't

Meant to survive

Or stand the

Test of Time

Man was created

And yet He is still

Recreateable

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Another Poem Because it needs more content.

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Pitch Black Darkness the result of c.r.a.c.k

The tugging feeling to feed, caused by w.e.e.d

Nearly lost everything, throwing up still

All the result of bottled up pills

Scars up the arms and legs

Jabbed in holes from a full syringe

J.a.c.k D.a.n.i.e.l.s drank istead of Pepsi

V.o.d.k.a, w.i.n.e, m.a.r.a.g.r.i.t.a.s, drink till I'm tipsy

Not knowing exactly what lies ahead

Waking each morning, a stranger in bed

Six months sober, a bulge takes form

Perhaps a baby's about to be born

Delivered, after three months of knowing

Mother get brusies, many showing

A baby girl, warped and twisted

Not once, the mother visited

Despise and hatred, overwhelmed

Documentaries never filmed

Mumzy cries in desperation

Dreams for food conservation

Money dwindles as the baby feeds

Not enough money for the bag of w.e.e.d

Tried and desprate, she scrounges around

Not a single penny, can she be found

Wishing for a brand new start

Or even just a different heart

Maybe mama wouldn't be so cold

And would've stuck around til you were old

Cast away, you're not wanted

Your fault mom gets taunted

Making her face look so haunted

Your the reason mom is taunted

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Yea. So that second poem is practically my life story. ^_^

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