When everyone is born
They are a blank book.
Nothing but white pages
And leather covers.
Stripped of all colors.
With not an evil bone in their body.
But as we grow
Some stoop low
And lose their moral flow.
They no longer glow
With the same angel light
After their inner demon fight.
Their mind as black as coal,
Cold and Stinging
It hurts the mind of others.
Violence is born of life,
Learned and taught
By the elders
Infected by the same disease.
Greedy and vain
With black blood flowing through their veins
All the way
To their dark and twisted brains.
It flows like water
And sticks like
Words.
Hungry for more
They resorted to this last resort.
Tired of life
And deploying this brand new fight.
They can change,
But rarely so.
One in a billion
Learn a lesson of hope
But most just decided
To lie around and mope.
Covered with a cloak
They hide just like a joke.
They woke this sunny morn
And concluded
That they will join.
This fountain of blood.
Determined to set forth
The rise of the evil Earth.
Born of grace
Was soon erased
And forgotten to time.
After this
Everlasting crime.
A lost of good,change, and hope
Was turned to the dust
Of the mountain of a man
They soon came to be.
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoetrySome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M
