Bellowing threats and dangerous vows,
the burning of an innocent house.
Democratic rules are shattered and broken,
disguised words are found and spoken.
Wanting people search for virtues,
in the aisles of cathedral pews.
This once beautiful world is slowly rotting,
with the sins our hearts are plotting.
Im telling you now from the eyes of fruits,
gods of death are watching you brutes.
Even though sins start smaller then a mouse,
I dont think this world will ever rouse.
Sleeping World
Ok, I made this in school so dont hate me if its not very good. I personaly thought it was. But about the fruit thing, if you watched Death Note you would get it.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
