Matt Ancient

Rookie - 479 Points (11 january 1985 / Africa)

The World Of The Living - Poem by Matt Ancient

How will life treat me
In the world of the living
I heard life there is full of
Mystery, poverty and agony
For the children of men
Are clothed with vanity

One digs a hole for another to fall
And wake up the next day
And give thanks to god above
For they believe in destruction
So do not have love

But if perfection will take me to hell
Then i wish you farewell
For what is life without perfection
And what is love without affection
Errors do not punishes
But teaches a lesson

To the butterfly the sweetest thing in life
Is the anther of a flower
I am an enemy to failure
For success is a lover
I cant give up this life
So i will live like never

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 7, 2013

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