THE WORLD
The world is like a bottle in a ship
Filled with water
With a cap without a figure.
If the shape turns.
The figure will come out of its hate
And the world will turn.
People have their guns
Their hands are guns with no stop until their bodys give.
Wars are killing people like dogs with any life.
The world is in with of hell.
The figure has changed
Into a sorry world.
The bottle is filling with blood
At once the bottle will break.
And every one will see at the last minute of the world
Men are sorrowed, did they figure out tomorrow?
Some one out there is reading a Bible.
Why can’t we prove to God we love him.
Not read it in a Bible what some one wrote.
What is your feelings?
Damn in hell love in heaven.
Is the figure important?
Or is it a figure of hell?
The space lacks more
and more each day
Like numbers going done.
The sky is filled with dirt.
Cars run through the dead lands.
Damn my heart damn my body.
Ways to hell are many.
Ways to heaven are thousands.
Voodoo shall be shamed.
For it’s tried to destroy the fire we live.
For it’s tried to destroy love.
For it’s tried to destroy God.
For it’s tried to put evil on people.
Devil done in hell die with your heart killed.
Die with hate in you.
Dum world the hell the devil
The silver clothe had come.
Damn your self for your own self.
Burn the silver clothe and die.
Through God’s power we will die.
Please God forgive this dum people.
Thank God for his love no we do not give a damn what happens.
Yes die with hate.
It is not too late for love look out for evil do not sit there,
and let it happen.
And why?
Be like dirt.
Be like the figure in wonders
But the figure had died.
10 years old
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Submitted by dr_pinnock on July 08, 2021
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,615 |
Words | 333 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 52, 1 |
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