Griffin Macbeth Poems

The night Ben Franklin,
Drew lightning to his kite.
He shocked the world...and himself.
By giving the species of man new light.
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He stands on the rubber in the top of the first
His desire to win
An unquenchable thirst
He stares in at his catcher
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Hell to me is a bottomless hole,
Where the devil awaits to steal your soul.

A place where you wither and rot among the flames,
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