I remember the anger of a child
who's ignorance brought on horrifying images of hatred,
I remember the time when the wounds no longer healed,
and vengence was blind,
I remember how the torture of reality transformed itself into images of fantasy
that collided from inside to reveal the lost agony that was no longer there,
I remember the thirst to live among human crualties
and feel the power of a determined soul sink into a relm of pain,
and be washed away by the falling heat of death,
I remember the haunting memories of a lonely child
whoes iced tears reveal the sacred secrets of today.
Please tell me what you think
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well it was good, but i would have given you more applause if you had made it rhyme. it was good otherwise
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thanks
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