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Garry Alden Poem
The world is divided, divided in two and there’s really nothing one man can do. There are the good and the evil, the pure and the not, close in comparison to ice and red hot. I sped up my rhythm on behalf of this rhyme and I felt the importance of keeping this mine. I made this a story for sake of that oath and I was required by my conscience to rename them both. The world is divided, divided in two and there’s really nothing one man can do. There are Heroes and Zeroes, they all look the same, one way to look at it, it’s like an old game.
The world is divided, cut in two and there’s no way of telling who is really who. There are Heroes and Zeroes, they all look the same, you can’t tell by guessing or just knowing their name. Zeroes justify their greed and their bad, make sure you remember the things you once had. They will steal all your dreams, take all your gold and laugh at you afterwards because you should have known. It is borderline criminal, it’s a little insane but it is not the sole reason that I gave them their name. They have zero compassion, zero remorse and zero pity for those off course. They cause the world sorrow, they add to its pain, they do all of the killings and earned every bit of their name. The world is divided, split in two and there is really nothing anyone can do. There are Heroes and Zeroes, they all seem the same, one way to think of it, it’s kind of a game.
The world is divided, torn in two but there has to be something a good man can do. There are Heroes and Zeroes, they all look a same, it’s hard to imagine it’s only a game. Heroes won’t give up, they will never give in, they will stay by your side and insist that you to win. They force you to smile, cause you to grin and somehow get the whole planet to spin. The world is divided, it is cut in half and it’s hard to know who you are looking at. There are Heroes and Zeroes, they might seem the same but don't ever tell me it’s some sort of game.
Copyright © Garry Alden | Year Posted 2015
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