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The End

by AprilSteph21

A man stalks through the night Bright lights cower overhead. Carrying what he knows not, he walks on Down a deserted alley. Everything is dark, yet Finally he sees the end. Gripping his consignment tightly, He feels somehow scared and confident, Ill and well, Jealous and generous. Koming (Coming) up ahead Lays an angel Motionless on the ground. Now he could see- Over his self-centeredness. People were dying- Questioning his Reactions to all of the Stupid lies, Timeless arguments and Unbearable Violence. Where were our saviors- Xiting (Exiting) Your heavens through the Zodiac?
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kayla1222
I like the word choice of this poem. The structure is good as well. It tells a story and flows and also keeps the reader's attention, which is always good.

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