29. the old, the new

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Original Poetry made by: @RocketTron52 this is just a remake using my way of making poetries, make sure to also check his version, same title as this

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as we all focus one the one, the worm

the worm focuses on escaping

the camera capturing the perfect moment

as it focus on one, one the worm


a sunday morning, and a sunday bicycle ride

 every rhyme sounds with a chyme

as peace was disturbed for all

the worm was released, letted go


our risk for justice

to save one another

as we all want to be the hero

targeting the worm, and make worn


the one million battles we have all caused

spreading dark, by short to far

and from then to the new by car

as dollars pass by, to the battles


as our bad side of victory

consume all our body

unable to release an inch of it

and as the soul represents dark


our illusion of life

never was ever fullfilled

on how dreams were crushed

to a story must have an ending


as a story ends

the bicycle ride, the peace at first

and as we risk our justice, as we had one million battles

as we have victories, and our dreams, our illusion


must come to an end.

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