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Wilson Chong Poem
I am born for a reason,
To protect/destroy,
All those perfect/imperfect things.
Look at those children,
Such angels/devils,
They have so much,
To share/corrupt with the world.
Look at nature,
All it's wonders/wrath,
As if we live in paradise/hell,
With everything we could wish/hate.
Look at humanity,
We are so caring/selfish,
We help/kill everyone and anyone,
Like the angels/devils we were.
Let's hope whichever path I choose,
I will never regret.
Copyright © Wilson Chong | Year Posted 2017
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