It all starts with a title
The perfect tune of an idle
Renascence of a poem
Yet no further show him
It latches on and on
With a man of con
Yet he should be thrown
His hair over grown
His sins on presence
He still doesn't understand the lessons
Forever to listen to the Gong
Yet it's ending with a dong
It will never end with a title
No more time for a bridle
We end here with a farewell
But that evil man goes to hell.
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My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoesíaIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
