Nick Hilton Poems

Stalking,
Prowling,
Through ocean of feathers,
The murder would be soundless,
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Feathers ruffled,
We headed into no chickens land,
And there with our beaks at the ready,
We trundled onwards,
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O my feathery friend,
Some wicked mans hands,
Have grasped your throat,
That Jack the Ripper,
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Can we rent a boat and go,
No

Can you even row,
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It's not the first time,
That several hours have passed,
Without the noticeing of mine,
That you have know how to run to go fast.
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Merry christmas,
To you and all you know,
At advent time,
Were blessed,
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Knowing that the abyss ahead,
May consume me,
Knowing that the trial ahead,
May destoy me,
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Breaking stone and cracking glass,
Steel is bent disfigured brass,
Down come buildings all in a row,
Industry will always come and go,
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Breathing the air,
Fingers moving,
Grasping,
Can feel blood coursing through my body,
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People in a different place,
Would regard the human race,
With malice ungrounded,
And hatred unfounded.
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