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Ashes fall as if from a burning cloud, Makes the people scream out loud, A king is born, young and proud, His will, his strength, the sweat of his brow, He glares at the ground and opens his mouth, Destiny is my destination, I always come around, They're telling me to slow it down, But I can't do it now, I'm glowing now, Your claim to glory is not in my category I recite stories similar to biblical allegories, Take it as a chain of gold, which is our bond, Words could have been whispers, still remain strong, Through this lyrical firestorm, a king is born... |
Okay I recited that in whispering it was a good scheme. 4.5stars You could have made this a sonnet for more effect.I like it.You said you dont know wut got into you, maybe something good for the grace and sake of this poem.you should think about that for a while. RG| Posted on 2008-03-05 00:00:00 | by Rex Gold | [ Reply to This ] | |