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This is a collection of poetry I have written over the years. |
| It was a dark & sinister night, A dark & sinister street... Evil surrounded every corner hid under every stone. The street led to the slums Where poverty surrounded every angle Where people lived in fear & hid in terror. The dark & sinister street had a name A name given to it by the people who lived in the surrounding slums... It was known as the "Path of Judgement". To walk down this street in a crowd You needed to be strong. But to walk down this street alone You needed courage, strength, hope & faith. At the other end of this path Is the freedom these people fight for. To make it there alive freedom is awareded However, no-one knows for how long. If a person travels this path alone Fights the evil honestly & yet still dies He is free forever! |