One day, in class,
I heard a kid ask
Another kid, "Did you know the scientists say
That the world is ending any day?"
The other kid said that they heard it,
And I jumped in. As I sit,
I say, "I believe that it won't reach that point.
God won't let it; happen it won't.
And I have faith in Him; yes, I do.
The question I ask is, do you?"
The kid answered, that no, they don't.
And she went on. This is what she spoke:
"At least on the day the world fades away,
I will be happy; I'd have had my birthday."
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Real Poetry
PoetryA poetry book with REAL poetry, not what society has labeled as poetry. Like this type of fake poetry. Or this type of fake poetry. It's just a few sentences. It doesn't even rhyme!