People die and church's dance.
I'll cry along with the ones who don't prance.
It's a painful truth that I hate to share,
With you. . .the only one to care.
I can't be fazed by death,
A dog tag printed with the name of "Seth".
I didn't know him.
Instead I'll joke about it and sin.
No one cares about you,
I was never cared for too.
That's the way the world works inside.
So don't sit back and try to hide.
I won't be fazed by death today,
Seems it's my time anyway.
I hate to share this painful truth,
That I'll soon die within a photo booth.
You'll die by a saber tooth. . .
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
