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The weight of the world Rested on my shoulders In six months time My heart grew ten years older So here I sit Prepared to collect On the madness and pain In my life you interject Infiltrating the secret plans You sought My words will be that of stumbling blocks Around which you must maneuver As I present your personality True in form Line by line Black verse Red chapter Do you think people doubt The truth I speak Already they have seen you In violent feathers arrayed Vengeful pompous and self assured Overlooked the snake in grass lay Acts you perpetrated Then had legally negated Though the permanent copy Oh sly one Will never be deleted Try as you may with tactic and diversion Written on your face is obvious ********** Go hide tainted soul Deep in a hole Where all monsters of your kind should be I wait with unlimited patience Late into the night In my hands pen and paper Ever poised to strike This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Poised to strike
The weight of the world Rested on my shoulders In six months time My heart grew ten years older So here I sit Prepared to collect On the madness and pain In my life you interject Infiltrating the secret plans You sought My words will be that of stumbling blocks Around which you must maneuver As I present your personality True in form Line by line Black verse Red chapter Do you think people doubt The truth I speak Already they have seen you In violent feathers arrayed Vengeful pompous and self assured Overlooked the snake in grass lay Acts you perpetrated Then had legally negated Though the permanent copy Oh sly one Will never be deleted Try as you may with tactic and diversion Written on your face is obvious ********** Go hide tainted soul Deep in a hole Where all monsters of your kind should be I wait with unlimited patience Late into the night In my hands pen and paper Ever poised to strike This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
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