Poetry Place Section Five
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The Vast Majority
The night falls
and rain ensues
The fog drifts in
the wind persues
They hide inside
warm, safe, and dry
From all but the rot
that eats their soul
The withering of their life
via pain, and imagined strife
The loss of vigor
via vile ichor
All claiming life is fine
and life is kind
Yet they hide
affraid to be
Standing at the threshold
affraid to see
Life is kind they scream
Yet they refuse to dream
They live in their dreary dens
and miss the door of opportunity
when it opens
Rebellion
Rogue, villian, scoundrel, fiend
Names of all those in need
Called by those of the supposed right
Begging to be assualted in the night
The people mass desperate for their need
The masses look at them as a weed
Kill it quick, Kill it fast
Kill the root, Don't let it last
Rally, Rally, call to arms
Calm, calm, show them our charms
Rebel, fight, strain, struggle
Attack, attack, bury them in rubble
Retreat, flee, save your life
Hide, and wallow again in strife
Myth and Dream
Stars, and dreams, and wonders bright,
Dancing all through the night
Singing praise to moon above
Clinging to skin as tight as a glove
Magic and myth blending as one
Giving life to mischief and fun
Pagan are the thoughts and deeds
Evil is planted in those seeds
Or is it just sin
The line is growing quite thin
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