The costumed young gods 1
Ready and wanting only destruction,2
Brought there offerings to mock 3
All the ones before them4
And no one at all5
With adrenaline like drugs,6
Destroying every thing with in there grasps. 7
They leap over puddles8
And leave no trace,9
Only rebellion and death10
Smoking like guns,11
Run and don’t look back!12
No one can touch you.13
You are the sons and daughters 14
Of the king, and fear doesn’t 15
Fly as fast as you all16
The souls of the few17
Risk much with thought.18
The worth, what even was it?19
Can they never go back?20
Will father forgive? 21
No one knows22
Just remember them flying with laughter.23
For, years to come will remember too.24
Author notes
this is a metaphoric one. let it stand for whatever you want.
do you know them?
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i thought this was an interesting read, something new, original
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Good poem i really liked it i like this line the souls off the few risk much with thought
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thank for the comment.
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