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| Sonnet; 14 lines of pure hell | |
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| Topic Started: May 4 2008, 01:45 AM (47 Views) | |
| Nikki | May 4 2008, 01:45 AM Post #1 |
The wandering admin (cause shes like never here)
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I had to write an English Sonnet for a class. so of course i wrote it on zombies. Softly shuffling, stumbling through the night, He tried to warn them; they say he’s mad, But the frightened scientist knows he’s right Thus begins this tale, a story most sad. A city in the grips of destruction, In the form of reanimated remains, The government fails to give instruction, While the panicked city goes up in flames. The rest of the world as knowing as the dead, The government keeps it hidden away, No tales are told, No newsarticles are read, Over the burnt ruins cement will lay. But was humanity really worth saving, When the truth lies under feet of paving? © me. |
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