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"Grammer"
Syntax, you pinch my will,
Shackles on this mind instil .
"Grammer", I dare this sin.
Wounded words, they need not preen
To appease your archaic rules
Reigning your stone-blind schools.
Punish me with your raging sword,
I belong to a barbaric horde.
Misery you never touch
Caging emotions in your hutch
Wisened eyes will they see
Thorns you litter to feed your glee.
Shackles on this mind instil .
"Grammer", I dare this sin.
Wounded words, they need not preen
To appease your archaic rules
Reigning your stone-blind schools.
Punish me with your raging sword,
I belong to a barbaric horde.
Misery you never touch
Caging emotions in your hutch
Wisened eyes will they see
Thorns you litter to feed your glee.
Published 12th Apr 2011
| Edited 18th Apr 2011
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12th Apr 2011 8:27pm
"Punish you with your raging sword" hmm I would like to but I think I'll lose that battle lol jk
It's a good poem I especially like the title it gives it idk a flare lol.. Good job
It's a good poem I especially like the title it gives it idk a flare lol.. Good job
7th May 2011 4:43pm
18th Apr 2011 5:25pm
This is really good.. Interesting use of language and a confident smooth lay-out.
A great read!
A great read!
