Thy sat in silence.
Thy watched from afar.
Thy saw the violence.
Thy saw, thy saw.
Thy knew one day it'd come.
Just never know of when.
So thy drank ofeth rum,
Waiting then.
But now thy real war is here.
It is beheld, at thy feet.
This is thys Empire. Thys career.
It's about the message, not just the beat.
...
They don't like seriousness.
Well, it's real.
Real Music.
You abuse it.
I use it.
To spread my thoughts,
My experiences.
My feelings,
Whether there anger,
Or happiness,
Or sadness,
Or depression.
So if you leave now,
You may live.
Keep going...
Well...
Welcome
To
War.
I wan't this.
I didn't start this war.
But I'll sure as hell end it.
It's funny.
Every thing comes full circle.
These are truly,
Just the Worlds
Darkest
Ancient
Origins.
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry with various ideas and different backrounds. Please leave comments on anything I can improve on. Also let me know that you want, more poems and if they're good. Thank you fellow readers. And fellow writers- Rtue writers don't find creativity...
