Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Poem: Desen t

A fresh wound
A fresh dude
For ad much as you hate
That as much as I ate
Detest what I do
It'll still be due
Because my goal
Is beyond a troll
My dream
Is beyond the silver screen
Because as much as you hate
I appreciate
I grow stronger
By every hour
With a hunger
To devour
The hatred
Coated red
In a red coat
Gripping me by my red throat
My happiness isn't forgetful
Yet promising
A dust outcrop on a lone hill
Growing crop just for the thrill
Come at me: unchill
I'll come back with rhymes that kill
Because my goal is beyond the moon
Beyond one hating dude
I'll keep in fighting
Until I am delighting
Even if I have to go through you.

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