Thistle Wargul Poems

Every day you carry on
Though the weight of it all drags you down.
Through the abuse that is needlessly spoken,
You struggle through the day.
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We’re moving on,
Our old school’s gone,
The new one’s just begun.
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The wolf sits alone, as still as a statue.
Its limbs are in perfect proportion
With beautiful and sleek starlight fur.
Its white flecked ears flick as it listens,
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One day, we shall be free!
One day, from pain and suffering.
One day, from hate and destruction.
One day, we shall be free!
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I hate you!
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
Get out of my room!
Out, out, out!
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Triple-header,
Horn-pointer,
Scale-bearer,
Jaw-snapper.
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She’s ignoring me, so I do it back.
She’s hurting me, so I do it back.
She’s insulting me, so I do it back.
She’s threatening me, so I do it back.
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Colourful leaves fall through the air,
Red, orange and yellow.
The ones on the ground start to rot,
Black, brown and purple.
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Icy blue eyes gleaming in the night,
Watching the struggling lives,
Of so many lost souls
Searching the baron streets in the city.
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One second, muck around,
The next then you’re on the ground.
Your friend’s right on top of you
About to slice your head in two.
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