As the World becomes more Corrupt,
And people more Ignorant...
As the Human Mind withers more and more,
The Earth slowly Dies beneath our Feet...
We call upon our own Ending,
For it's our only chance of Salvation...
We Mutilate and Destroy,
Weakening our Mind and Damaging our Soul...
We Poison our Pure Essence,
With dark Feelings and Actions...
We Hate and Despair,
But the Evil we Fear the most,
Is our own Creation...
Others who look down on us,
Wonder what to do...
For our Poison might be Contagious,
And is able to Destroy even the most Pure...
The World that we Know,
Is coming to an End...
But as the End comes near,
Some people will Wake Up...But just Remember one thing:
The End doesn't necessarily have to mean Destruction...
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July 16, 2007
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Poetry Collection
Poetry-Fractal Poetry- (Visual) Come, and take a glimpse into my mind... A collection of all the fractal poetry I've written through the years. Please also take a good look at the added pictures with each poem as they go hand in hand. (Those pictures (fra...