A poem that describes a unthinkable world that could turns the human race into the prey of a undescribable beast. Also describes how some teens feel in this frustrating economy, and how insurance companies can drive you to the edge.
Comming out of space design
Bewildered by the very tink of time
Displaying flawless rows of teeth
Even in mud he cannot sink
Destroying his assessors with scissors at hand
One by one down they go deep into the sand
A creature once desperite for the call of help
Now stands stories high with lots of pulp
Able to erase the human race
That once threatened his very own taste
Filled with anger staked miles down below
Into the devils prey we thought we would go
But it staged in amaze with bright eyes that glazed
Gleaming with light but still as a haze
I surrender my fortune giving up sall at hand
But he stood beside me never lending a hand
He killed my family all in whole
Never surrendering to the fact that he was being too cold
Frozen in ice his heart lays beatted
As he razes our houses and gives us a beating
Knowing thetruth we have no cholcewe stay and fight or loose our voice
Covered in blood I look to the sky
So my body can rest and my soul can fly
Upward and outward I go awy from this pace
Where The beast of time marks his place!
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