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A fine green oak soaks in the heat Surrounded by life, the tree is king His minions feed on what he does not eat His army of blades grow in the spring They get cut down, but forever return True loyal subjects to his royal heiness They stand up straight when the sun starts to burn The Oak knows his army is the finest He, himself, provides shelter to homeless creatures His arms protect the young he holds Extraordinary are his features His trunk so distinguished and bold A sight very few have ever seen Certainly, he is a story to be told But now, his crown glows a goldish green The oak is now very old The minions who loved him so

I see my reflection in a puddle on the road As I walk down the street, carrying a load The air feels cold with noone around It feels like everyone has left this town I look for miles but there is noone in sight Every house is dark with absolutely no light Thirteen blocks and I am losing all hope This nightmare has me at the end of my rope Morning comes, but the city is dead There is no school, no children to be fed The shopping malls are empty, the stores are closed The city was empty like a ordinence was imposed How long did I sleep? How long was I in bed? Is it all just a trick? Could I be misled? It seems to me that everyone

There once was a kid by the name of Joe His father was a drunk and his mother was a hoe He tried to fit in, but he just wasn't cool And got beat up by the other kids at school All that he wanted was just a little respect Instead he was treated like a little reject Then one day he formulated a plot And ended it all with just one shot Click Click Boom, took one to the head There he lies dead in a puddle of red Goodbye Joe, we will never see you again Because Joe has committed the ultimate sin Next is the story about a girl named Sue She was a dumb blonde without a clue She tried her hardest to be thin But it was a battle she coul

A problem I faced in my past before Left me with mental and physical scars I had no reason to live anymore Locking logical reason behind bars Hiding it for months, this secret I kept When I was distraught, my problem returned It was an idea no one could accept The problem was real, for it deeply burned I would close my eyes and would clinch my fist The pain was too much for me to take in Regret of crimson tears ran down my wrist My problem showed itself under my skin Until the day when my soul became numb And I realized what I had become