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The Ugly

It lives in the city,
Dreaming it was pretty;
Constant sleepless nights,
And endless mental fights;
At night we hear the screams,
Bellowing from monstorous dreams;
Red eyes,
Commanding bleeding skies,

No matter how hard it tries,
No matter how high it Flies,
The Ugly cannot find the pretty...

The pretty does not live in the city,
It lives in the meadows,
Feeding off the shadows,
It is pure as evil,
As sure as the devil.

The Ugly truth-
and the beautiful lie...

Life.
A double-sided knife,
Look twice before you judge...
And never hold a grudge.
Written by StaticEcho
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Author's Note
This Poem comes from a book I put together of 30 poems I wrote back in my late middle school/early high school days. Back then I signed my work ~The_Fallen~
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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