Axiom Wheeler Poems

He is the one who I should be looking to.
He is the one who saves and washes clean.
Right now he’s there to make you perfect.
Right now he’s there to asking you to believe.
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Life is great.
At times it seems hard,
But in the end it’s wonderful.
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Do you dare to despair your looks and your hair and feel like no one cares. Why not go get a good book. On the shelf, take a look, in the pages of gray, there’s a story that does tell it all. Like the time when kids died, and their mothers did cry, it’s the story of lifting and fall. A tale of the tales is written inside; I think it’s the story of you.

I can tell that the story says of things I have been through and seen. The book it tells of all the tales you had me believe. HOW COULD YOU BE! SUCH A GIRL! LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT OF MY LIFE! I know that you lied. GET OUT OF MY LIFE!
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Num Lock, Caps Lock, Scroll Lock.
They are taking over.

Num Lock, Caps Lock, Scroll Lock
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Down, up, out of the cellar.
Creatures. Large. Frightful.
Go get mom, you better tell her,
Tell her they came out of the cellar.
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Sun shines down on all of the people around,
and there is no peace to be found.
Life has its moments of joy and dispare,
and there's occasional laughter in the air.
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Devious thoughts that overwhelm.
I feel it's schizophrenia.
Get out of my head,
I don't want her dead,
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Obama won? So move to Canada.
Obama won? This really sucks.
Obama won? So move to Canada.
Obama, kiss my ugly butt.
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What is racism?
Is it one person's way of calling himself better?
Is it humans putting each other down simply because how they were born?
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Bah humbug.
You are a scrooge.
Arrgh.
What a pirate.
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