Verge of extintcion
The Human
Race is on the
Verge of
Extinction.
We do as we please, live to be
Free. But the death is are end. The
downfall Of every being, on this planet.
Overcome with
Power we go to
Whatever means to
Obtain it. The need
To have a social status
Is so enormous we will
Die to have that title.
The human race is on
Peril we must
Save it.
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I've always been misunderstood, judged, riddiculded but then again who hasn't. Books became my escape the world I now ventured to no longer black and white. I didn't need to face reality it was on pause, while the words on the pages sprang to life. I started writing for a release turned out I had a talent in it you can say. But as I write the words that once so many adored are now forgotten turns out this is a poets wrost nightmare.
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