Poetry Isn't Always Pretty

This is a collection of a few poems my friends and I wrote in class for English


5. Corruption

I was a saint,

I was a child,

But the voices in my ears,

Told my deepest fears,

And I wanted to kill.

Give me a knife, a stone

Cause I want to show

the people how it really means

to die. And they will kneel

And they will feel

how it really means to die

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