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Sanity owned
Sanity degrading
Sanity sold
Sanity lost.
In the end, it will all fit together.
Death, the escape from this place we "live" in.
To wipe all our "sins" clean and move on beyond this realm.
The thing that allows us to finally be truly free, want or not.
To rid us of our nightmares, and pain, and hate.
In return for us losing our loved ones, joy, our memories.

Death, the beginning and end.
I decided to post a second poem today because I'm most likely not going to post one tomorrow.
Remember to tell me what you think!
War
War, the war to end all wars they said, only they told lies,
For pain, conquest and wealth is what they devise.
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War, the war to bring freedom they said, yet, the only ones free,
are the ones that lost their lives.
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War, the war to bring a great leader to guide us all, but only
they control the leader, and they control them all.
This is just a little poem I thought I would throw on here, I have do have a much deeper meaning for it, good job if you can find it.

Also I might not be able to post tomorrow (3/23/18) but I will try to, I'm lucky I was even able to post one today.
What you don't know
will **** you.
Sanity, spent.
Time, lost.
Mind, mental.
Blade, on wrist.
Blood, pours.
Life, lost.
Now read it back all the words backwards. This is my first time trying a poem like this so it's not my best.

Backwards-
(Lost, life.
Pours, blood.
Wrist on, blade.
Mental, mind.
Lost, time.
Spent, sanity.)
Goodbyes don't mean the end,
For every book, never
truly ends.
This poem is for a great poet who just posted their last poem, Tony Alberto Cortez.
Farewell good friend, for you will be missed. Just know, You're always welcome back here.
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