I never wanted to be the oppressor
The suppressor
That one dictator
The one with the controller
Discipline was a way
To keep them straight
Shut them up
Before it's too late
But I was brought down
No matter what
I was shot down
Bang! Bang! Dead
The people crawling for control
Savages landing, overtaking
Violence rocking
Begging for my control
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Unfinished Poems
PoetryA collection of unfinished poems of various genres. Feel free to complete them or use them for inspiration.
