Poems by DA_VIP3R

End

Dreams are are a myth,

Silence is a friend,

Holster the gun in it's sheath,

Evil a fiend!

People feel the heat,

Before they died,

Now just like meat,

Cold and dried,

They fill the world with pride and hate,

Me? heck no!

I'm differently wired,

Anger is my mate,

It drives me,

Though I'm beaten and marred,

I'll fight the evil and earn my scars,

I earn respect from my battles won,

People have their heads in the stars,

Just blow another one mon,

They are in a state of bliss,

While evil becomes the Don,

Abuses their freedom like a chained miss,

Now in their bondage they call out to God,

Anger fills their frozen corpses,

I keep fighting like I'm in a mist,

It's not a game you can mod!

To the world I diss,

To the people who were blind. It is the END.