On the day you brought me onto this earth
It started some sort of wrath
In your blood
Something despised me
It grew and grew
Over time
It stewed and stewed
Sparks flew
Landing upon thee
One two three
BAMB BAMB
Little lamb
Reaped and reaped
Day after day
Nah nah
Never to say
So frighten
Cowering an cowering
Shoes always dropping
Spirit flopping
It's in your blood
To hate thee
That's what it's gotta be
Gotta be
Gotta be..
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Tide (Poems)
ПоезіяTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
