Doom
Some kind of creation,
Dooming us to damnation.
Try with all our might,
To win the fight,
With these hellish beasts,
Choosing us as their feasts.
One by one we go,
As the drag us below.
"Come on Sam"
Then 'Bam'!
They try to break in
And hit me in the chin.
Chromosome twenty four
Will make me hardcore.
I try to resist,
At this she insists.
I know you,
You'll be one of the few.
Copyright © Ashley Conlon | Year Posted 2006
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