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The Apocalypse
In the silence there is no peep,
women and children begin to weep,
fathers mourning over sons,
people falling by hand of guns,
hearing a farmiliar lock and load,
far-off distance something explodes,
There is no vacancies in heaven nor hell,
Far-away rings with a tolling bell,
Now to this earth we are forever bound,
As it slowly crumples to the ground.
by shirotora
posted on 12/08/2007
women and children begin to weep,
fathers mourning over sons,
people falling by hand of guns,
hearing a farmiliar lock and load,
far-off distance something explodes,
There is no vacancies in heaven nor hell,
Far-away rings with a tolling bell,
Now to this earth we are forever bound,
As it slowly crumples to the ground.
by shirotora
posted on 12/08/2007
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Comment by cnote: Dec 8, 2007 9:11 am
i like it very good job thanksComment by Hydroboy: Dec 8, 2007 11:23 am
Wooow, short and sweet.
Great poem!
Comment by HeartlessAngel: Dec 8, 2007 1:51 pm
that was amazing!! i love it!Comment by PoemWritingGuy: Dec 8, 2007 9:08 pm
Very good poem. 
Comment by Mustardformiriam: Dec 9, 2007 5:02 pm
Pretty slick...props...Comment by pmaravelias: Dec 9, 2007 6:44 pm
smoothComment by unknown: Dec 10, 2007 9:43 am
very good.Comment by MsKeys1707: Dec 10, 2007 12:35 pm
this is goodComment by aqua4ever: Dec 10, 2007 2:50 pm
This is really good loved the choice of words.Comment by MechanicalAnimal: Dec 13, 2007 10:50 am
Great poem.Comment by MysticFog: Dec 22, 2007 4:14 pm
Great poem.Comment by quies: Dec 25, 2007 7:44 am
L.5: "farmiliar" should be "familiar".
L.7: It should be "There ARE" because "vacancies" is plural.
Last line: To crumple is when an object condenses in on itself. Think of someone pressing and moulding a paper into a paper ball; that's crumpling.
The word you're looking for is "crumble" [with a B rather than P].
Other than that, an interesting, pessimistic topic. I enjoyed it, as it also had reminded me of something I'd written.
Comment by shirotora: Dec 29, 2007 3:10 am
No, im pretty sure in MY poem that the world cumpled. but thanks for the tip.Comment by GiveMeU: Jan 14, 2008 10:54 am
haha. Um, Great poem.Comment by christi823: Jan 15, 2008 9:18 am
Yes, great poem. =]