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Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
Little lamb,
little lamb,
cower beneath your wool.
Run and hide,
little lamb,
for the tiger's eye you stole.
Little fish,
little fish,
swim with all your might.
Swim away,
for the shark's at bay,
ready to consume your fight.
Little prey,
oh little prey,
you mustn't stick around.
For the predator always
destroys the prey
promptly once its found.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
No sleep tonight here.
For the stench of entrapment
is calling you near.
For the worry of glory
fuels the fear;
that confides in,
and resides in-
all
that is dear.
Michelle E Alba Jun 2010
Luminescent sacrifism
concocting inside
this bountiful prism.
Succumb to division,
reciprocations to decisions
unholy in thought
occupying this prison.
Unknown-
the only variable that's given.
Uncover the conspiracies
in this tank that you live in.
Revealing whats hidden,
believe and be smitten.
Luminescent little prism,
dreaming this dream
of a bountiful
sacrifism.
Yes, this is a made up word. But follow my logic...
-ism: is defined as some kind of system or practice, as the word sacrifice would be to give away or act at a loss. Therefore, the word SACRIFISM, would be a system or practice of giving and acting at no gain, even loss. Agree....?

Either way, I will not change my entire poem because 'they' say my word does not exist.

-Thanks for reading.

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