To Laugh

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The Sky is on fire,
There is Death above us.
But we don't look because our eyes are immature
And our shame jails us at home.
The Trees hold us up at gun point,
We walk right by and laugh.
We will die in the Fire, with bullets logged in our chests,
And laugh all the way to Hell.





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KaleeMalyn said...
Jan. 22, 2011 at 10:29 pm
This is an amazing poem, you have talent!
 
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