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Am I A Failure?
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em abr 02, 2015
A collection of poems that I have written exploring modern issues such as war, terrorism, suicide, mental health and capital punishment. In addition a few other more unique poems that focus on topics like insanity, monster, money and philosophy. Each poem is separate and has a different focus and subject. I don't claim to be a natural poet however if people read and enjoy them, then it will be worthwhile. Hope you enjoy.
        
        What's the meaning of life? Do we really have a purpose?
        There's no way to win the race, the race known as humanity.
        And how do we suceed? Or is all of it just worthless?
        Chasing this futile ambition, will lead to your insanity.
        The solution to the problem, that'll be peoples saviour.
        The answer to The question, Am I A Failure?
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And I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)