WARNING! Some of my poems are not to be taken seriously..
Walking down the dusty road,
I'm ready to fight.
Dying people all around me,
Which the beast had torn up.
I'm fighting for everything I stand for,
Not watching and bring what I’m not.
I say a prayer,
Before I stand before the murderer.
Now I stand face to face,
And there is fear in his eyes.
Controlled by his master,
No opinion for his own.
I stood there and watched him,
He circles around me and observes me.
Lord I’m sorry,
But the only freedom he can get is trough death.
Placing my hands together,
I chant the words of the wise.
He leaps up to pounce,
Tears streaming down his face.
Almost touching me,
He vanishes and the wind pushes me.
The crowed stares,
And I then fall to the ground.
I gasp for air,
Find my breath and begin to stand up slowly.
The crowed then vanishes slowly,
As a picture of my bedroom comes to place and I am sitting up in my bed.
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