The Poem Of Like
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate
One saw myself get closer to the sun
At that point of time there was not one ounce of hate
All I could think about was love
Then I close my eyes,
And visualize the man above
All the sudden all I could hear were the cries
Were they Angels?
Were they prophets?
As my head was in a mangle
I watered like a faucet
The people spoke
Were they there to assist?
Then I woke
And wanted to give myself a kiss
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate....
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