Luck,
It has run out,
Without a doubt,
Luck.
Luck,
Something to kill for,
I was once what might be luck,
Yet to turn to despair.
I escaped fate,
Now it wants revenge,
Luck,
Like an about to be cooked duck.
I did not die when they did,
Yet I am left alone,
Burning on the flame,
Of revenge.
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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.
