Glory Forgotten Doom Poem by Curtis Mosby

Everbody wants a piece of the world.
But what comes with it.
Is more than the average man can handle.
For your strength never out weigh your weakness.
Bound by judgement and persecuted for life.
These are the many trials of fortune.
One will battle the demons among themselves untill they break.
So a domestic mind is created.
Trying always to dictate life in your own way.
People will remeber you especially the public.
Controdicting the way they made you into thier puppet.
Despite your honor and power.
The death of you appear to soon.
For you are so young.
Glory forgotten doom