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Author: Rob Macabre
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-14-07 - Updated: 07-14-07 - Complete - id:2390307

This earth is a body

Sickened and broken

Crippled by a disease

That’s name goes unspoken

But that ends now, you see

Because my wrath his been awoken

Oh yes, I intend to

Give this disease a name

Though I do it not for

Money, glory, nor fame

I do it only in hoping

You never look at yourself the same

This sickness has symptoms

Of greed, lust, and vanity

And indeed, pushes me

Towards the brink of insanity

Oh yes, a name, let’s see…

How about humanity?



© Copyright 2007 Rob Macabre (FictionPress ID:569619).


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