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I'm the murderer
Who mowed my grass
Killing thousands
With a single pass

Driving over
A giant ant mound
Now there's none
Of them to be found

Running down
A cricket or two
I hate to say it
But I think they're through

Earthworms sunning themselves
In the sun so nice
Cutting them in half
With a single slice

Devastation on the insects
It did rain
Not trying to cause
Them any pain

I'm a quiet guy
Humble and meek
But when I cut my grass
I'm a killer once a week
 Jul 2016 Amanda Woolley
Illya Oz
Often the ones who hate themselves the most,
Are the very same people who are the most loving.
They give out their love like giving bread to birds,
They throw it all away and forget to keep any for themselves.
That is why it is up to us to give them some of our bread,
no matter how stale,
To those amazing people who have nothing left to eat.
This poem is written for my best friend who is always their for me when I need her
It takes patience to be kind,
For the world is cruel my dear,
And you've got to take your time,
Chances come, go, they're forever;

But when things boil over,
I hope you'll know that it's alright,
The end is not that far, not close either,
You just have to go on and fight;

Sure people will break your heart,
Stay strong for yourself don't fall apart,
For you're made to survive this life and the next,
You're a warrior, a goddess, your mother's daughter;

Don't let the others talk you down,
Make you doubt yourself and your crown,
For this life is yours to rule and own,
A cavalry at your disposal to claim the throne.

@byizn
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