POEM 44: THE 60.

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Like a blackhole
In its finest form
A wave of dark matter is sent out to the universe.
Like the waves that are set off from oceans unknown to man.
Like a myth in ancient times
Told a thousand times
But forgotten to all by the tenth time.
The demons & monster's are evil.
But they're children are all asleep in unknown & unholy grounds.
All the walls heard what the demons discussed.
All the walls made plans to crash the demons before they left the room.
All the demons were 60.
All the monster's were 60.
All the people were 60.
And they were only 4 walls
And only 4 walls were enough to kill the 60.

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