A poem I wrote. Crap is welcome. Praise is not.
Also, pardon any typos.
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Give a song (<--crappy title)
For you, the world, I give a song
And Hell sees Heaven's light
And all that once ago was wrong
Will be ressurected right.
A rocky hollow below me lies
And crumbles into the dark
A heavy wind is on the rise
To carry the war dog's bark.
An angel, a deamon, upon a hill
Fire an light dance side by side
A shriek of life rings loud and shrill
And the creatures of the earth all hide.
A war, a clash of stone and steel
Deep beneath the ground;
Crimson life refuses to heal
Torn deep by the treacherous hound.
Then one warrior raises his weapon high,
His enemy brutally slain,
The ground beneath it left to die
And stay scarred by the dead one's pain.
Which had won? The right or wrong?
The answer is hidden away.
For you, the world, I give a song
Now bury it for enevitable decay.
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I have only a vague idea of what it means myself, so don't ask. The meaning seems a little different every time you read it.
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