Jayson Shakya Poems

What is the
purose of greed
If your wealth
nobody can exceed
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tis not fair
tis not cool
tis not true
tis not false
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Rage's in my eyes for those
who Use rather abuse my powers
i shall Bash that person
i shall not Yeald mercy
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With a deck of cards in one hand,
And a pile of luck on the other.
I play my pants off, my head away.
A game of holy gamble.
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Whats on the other side;
Of the the desert, beond the sands.
Some say a greener place;
But its hard to believe.
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Through the window, beond the sky
Helper faries went flying by.
Even through the clouds so dark,
Never even stoping for a little spark.
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Lay your tracks so i can find
you in the mist and play
the flute of revenge and
one day, I shall start
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O! how time passes
O! how it paces away
In to the road of infinity.
But we must treak on.
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In the race with time,
Ive truly forgotten.
the dairy cows, in the barn
of the village of green medows
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