I want to go home.
I can't take it here
But I don't have a home.
Will I stay here while others are care free and have no fear?
Why can't I have a home?
No one wants a kid like me.
I just want to go
On the ultimate killing spree
There shall be blood on every face
There shall be NO peace in any place
None shall be shown any mercy or grace
That's all I ask
Is the freedom to do just that
After that I promise I'll come back
Please let me pass out of this metal gate
So I may do that which is fate
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WendyWarriors Poetry
Poetryok so these are just some poetry things i wrote simple there really isnt a specific type of poem these are just poems.
