“Ring around the rosie.
A pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”
We’ll all fall, all fall from grace.
No chance for help or saving face.
A day will come when we are exposed
For the evil we are, not that good that’s supposed.
A day will come when our masks will melt
And all raw feelings will have to be felt;
When we can no longer hide, or perform the charade,
And live in the hell that ourselves we have made.
Yeah, we’ll all fall, all crash and burn,
And ashes, ashes we’ll become in return.
Author notes
I really don't know where the hell this came from. I like it a lot though.
Mix of 26-Falling from Grace and 62-We all fall down. Hope that's ok.
A contest entry
- LOTS OF TITLES. GIVE IT A LOOK SEE! [MANY DARK PROMPTS] by redhanded.
850 points, ended September 16, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh wow very nice write.Powerful. I enjoyed your take on both the prompts very much. thanks so much for entering and best of luck to you in this contest and in the future
andi
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This is an amazing write! A great mixture of dark and truth. Very lyrical, well written, and powerful!
I LOVE THIS.
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i think its really good!!
i love it great write! 
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