John Smith Poems

In its cage it swells with anger,
wanting nothing more than to feed.
Oh how I fear the hidden danger,
that lurks inside of me.
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The smell of nature in the air,
and miles to go without a care.
I witness the beauty of the trees,
growing tall for all to see.
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Death Angel
Death Angel
why do you stare at me so?
I know that it's me you have come to take,
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I don't know that I have changed,
But somehow I'm not the same.
Riding on this rollercoaster
is probably to blame.
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