Poem

Life is a spider's web,
That's tangled,
Showing and spreading lies
and false hope.

If life was a sky,
We wouldn't be having this talk,
Life would be peaceful,
And round like a smoothed stone.

Life is not a writen book,
that is nice and organized.
We as moral's, try to do this.
We do not shape our lifes.

In fact, our lives are made and,
Are decided before we are born.


Life is a web,
Tangled and dangerous.
We live our lives,
But we do not decide it.
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The sword's in my hand,
The dagger on my hip.
The war may have started to end,
But I have not lost yet.

I have fought this war before,
oh so many times I have.
I am begining to feel,
that it will never end.

So I wait, and wait
for my time to shine.
Only I can stop it
Only I shall fight.

This on going battle,
I may never win.
The war against my concious
Will I win or fall deep into a abyss?