Death.
Death
Is a fate which I have earned,
Nothing new was learned.
Nothing I knew was good enough,
Nothing ever met what you wanted it to,
Now its time to pay my dues.
Death
Is a fate which i have earned.
Nothing new was learned,
Nevermore, Nevermore
I wont let you through!
Death
Is a fate which I have earned.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Death. | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| Layne Staley. | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| I Am From. | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
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