Run that all I ever do,
Each place I go,
Goes to,
Fast or slow.
Illness,
Bomb,
Fast,
Slow.
Every planet,
Will go,
Stars,
Winking out.
I twirled,
My hand,
Steering,
To a new land.
One so far,
It can't be seen,
By the chair,
Or death.
Only one problem remains,
The ship has little gas,
Something I can't change,
The evil chair I can't pass.
I hope you liked this chapter. This is one of my favorite poems that I have written.
-EvilChair
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Evil Chair My Story
PoetryFar away in another reality there lives an evil chair. Its dream is to take over everything. There is a girls who's world has been taken over by the chair. These poems will describe her experiences and what she does to survive.
