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Curiosity Kills

Poem - Dying World

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Captured and sealed, from the wonders of all

Beyond thy life, on thousands of wall

Life was created, and to be lived

Offspring of us all, was alive since conceive

A vein of pitch green wobbles into us all

Feeling the aura, of many weaknesses

Throbbing to live, for our lovers’ many kisses

No truce to be used, and just bloody kill

To end all the worlds and confuses

These were the words; you’d killed us to kneel

No matter how it is like or to how we feel

There will be no other way

But to kill, killing the innocents

And concealed it with vengeance

That never did took place, by lying onto our face

Massacring our souls, making us devouring

Your sweet evils trace, but later hungers

Thyself with a chase, brothers and sisters of my blood

Do save us from this craze, by weeping us off

From this maze, I scared of defeat

Not through forcing, but through the beat

The beat of our hearts, in one unity

Bringing down those who has been taken our sanity

So we all could be happy, living in harmony 

Listen as Thy Weep - A Story

I grew up reading a lot of fantasy genre and it has always inspired me to write similar genre because I was so drawn into the whole idea of freedom and fighting towards what you believe in. I hope you enjoy it. I love to mix and go crazy with my writing style so bare with it, please? Thank you. PS - any edits that was marked ayujaded belongs to me.

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The Gods were crying from the above and seeking innocent hands from poor old mortal souls. As I was to serve this Motherland, it will yield the betrayal of my kind. Neglected I shall but the above has grown wild. The suffering of my people

no longer could I bear...

The longing

The craving

Of help

They are lusting for

Will soon

Turn them

With much despair

No longer could I bear

The people of this kind motherland I was born for as soon as my tiny body lingers out of

My birth carrier

My mother

My life saver

who gave me life

So this kind motherland

Could have me as its protector

It yield more anger from the above as I straddle up, to face them to shut them up and I will tell them to leave us hell alone. And shall not this blood of mine would soon yield more anger towards the above who wants nothing but its richness

of my birth land and but to have nothing but its goodness of my homeland.

The people whom I was raised with were in battle but soon would claim victory. Nothing beats the immortal hearts that we mortals possessed and the above has sworn to bring disaster in the future but I shall not care, nor scare as I put an oath towards myself, that my descendant shall have my warrior blood to protect this motherland of my birth to protect this motherland of their birth.

Alsa Haslinda © 2014 Copyright