A will: Poem
Rawr
world's bound's by evil sight. Man has only one plight. To be free and feel in all way's. The lust to smell. The want to taste. The need of touch. Yes it is as free will suggest. But evil is felt in are darkness mind. Riddle with thought's of madness deserve. A price to pay for the most basic of life. To sway on the verge in are mind. Are we beast monster's of night. To kill and steal. Could are mind be so wrong. Maybe were angle's of this life. Caring and loving to all around. Could are heart be so real. Up and down a fight of the life. To think so freely is a blessing curse. A second voice makes me quiver and think twice about my life . Periapt's I'm mad in my thought. A mind not quite right. One of few to talk. Shall I find myself now. For my will is of my thought's. Guide me well i wish. But a fish i be in the reality. Little do I matter truth. But my will is mine ill do as i chose. So be if it my end. My evil is as my good. A neutral mix of the truth.