Everyones doing it, so I thought I'd jump on the poetry bandwagon. At least I'm getting SOMETHING creative done - even if it's not RPGM3 
Streetcorner Prophet
The end is nigh, my time is near,
my sins I should repent.
So claims the words of the false divine
from what heaven was he sent?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What ending will it be?
For there are diffrerent deaths proclaimed
in the faiths of you and me.
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What signs proclaim our doom?
Did the stars fall from the sky
or a man rise from his tomb?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What is it like in hell?
Does the world proclaimed by Peter or Dante
Await the horde of the fell?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What does salvation need?
Do I give away my possesions
or follow a sacred creed?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, I tell you:
You words, I find, ring hallow.
And I stand up to give my seat
to skeptics that will follow.
Here's another one. I KNOW, involving death in a poem as a teen is so horribly cliche. This has no real meaning, actually, I just thinking finding whats referenced in the last line in a cemetary would be creepy. Oh, and I know I use "Ah!" and "Oh!' too much. Sue me.
Finale
Ah, it's a pyrotechnic crescendo, and away we go!
And oh, the end is such a show!
Colored lights flash in the sky
An ooh, an ahh, and then you die.
Epigraph: Happy Fourth of July!
Streetcorner Prophet
The end is nigh, my time is near,
my sins I should repent.
So claims the words of the false divine
from what heaven was he sent?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What ending will it be?
For there are diffrerent deaths proclaimed
in the faiths of you and me.
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What signs proclaim our doom?
Did the stars fall from the sky
or a man rise from his tomb?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What is it like in hell?
Does the world proclaimed by Peter or Dante
Await the horde of the fell?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, tell me:
What does salvation need?
Do I give away my possesions
or follow a sacred creed?
Ah, and streetcorner prophet, I tell you:
You words, I find, ring hallow.
And I stand up to give my seat
to skeptics that will follow.
Here's another one. I KNOW, involving death in a poem as a teen is so horribly cliche. This has no real meaning, actually, I just thinking finding whats referenced in the last line in a cemetary would be creepy. Oh, and I know I use "Ah!" and "Oh!' too much. Sue me.
Finale
Ah, it's a pyrotechnic crescendo, and away we go!
And oh, the end is such a show!
Colored lights flash in the sky
An ooh, an ahh, and then you die.
Epigraph: Happy Fourth of July!
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