Treasure Island

Shannon Snyder

(07-17-1994 / Anaheim)

battle feild


if i made bad choices would you intervine,
would you stand up and fight this battle?
i would win and you would fall
to your deathly glory
or i fall and you would stand with pride

not wining a battle of worng and right
thats something i truly dispare.
to fail at life with those surounding,
is what one wishes not to do.

so there you fall and i stand tall
humble over death
my sould split two because my dear
i have sentenced you.

Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2009

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  • Alizon Kiel (5/23/2010 8:06:00 PM)

    I am looking through all your work and see some promising stuff, but you do want to watch your spelling. There are a lot of spelling errors that can be distracting from what you are trying to say. (Report) Reply

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