Our time will come,
One day we'll rise,
Then we will rule,
And we'll be good.
It's bound to happen,
It's sure as hell,
Our time will come,
But yours as well.
We're different as they come,
You're day, we're night,
And as one rules, the other fights.
It's not 'bout power,
Nor 'bout pride,
It's just what happens,
Each and every time.
While you're there,
They complain,
When you're gone,
They call your name,
And cheer for you,
They call you saviour,
Say they're doomed,
With us as rulers,
'Though it's not true.
You're no better,
Either way,
One side must go,
While the other stays,
Good isn't good,
And evil not evil,
We're so different,
Yet all the same.
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[Dark] Life
PoetryLife is the most inspiring thing of all. It brings forward the best and worst of us, makes us cry and laugh like nothing else. Life includes everything we can imagine and is therefore the only thing a poet will write about. This is a collection of...
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