He pushed me under the lake,
But he didn't realise his mistake,
Until he submerged and I rose;
It was the decision that he chose.
And under the soft waves of death,
He finally ran out of breath,
And gave in to the forceful power,
That keeps him away, and makes him cower.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
