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[breakwithhate]

The gun cocked, safety off
Each step observed - wait.
Bellet sherltered since birth
One pupose to fulfill,
When the words lose worth, kill.

The wall will not budge, strain
Cracks the sky, until hell
Falls into heaven - merged.
Meaning is lost, the wall
Gains muscle. So I conform.

A sponge resisted from
Absorbing the moisture.
But the pressure amounts,
Unfiltered water soaked.

Acid flows in the veins,
Polluting once pure blood.
The measures taken to
Destroy the wall, backfire.

Destiny calls, for the
Bullet to fly. I sneak
Up, gun held steady - fire.
My knees collide with earth.

And then, I am reborn.
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its a meter poem,
6 syllables per line...which is why sometimes the wording is weirddd...feeed plzzzzz will uppppppppp

[BLCOKC]

I like the discapline in your poetry's structure
when I read poems like this it makes me realise how "all over the place" my rhymes can become

with the fact you stuck to 6 syllables it allows alotta subliminal images to suface reading it (for me personally)
it also comes across as an invtation to my twerk my imagination
and see the poem not just hear or read it

very nice work ~ Bravo

[breakwithhate]

thnx, repped