Caution : Before reading this you must understand the moral of this piece is not to create any form of rhyme, see past the structure of the words, breathe between the lines and you will see the underlying reason gives away more than the writing itself.
This piece is simply a manifesto of burning ideas, concepts and preaching..now you know...you are ready...


Raised in a world where not even paradise is perfect,
But simply a cruel manipulation of ones uppmost desires,
A place, despoiled by the all shattering hand of mankind is what we strive to discover,
But out of the ashes rises a monster;
The one that will lead us to the true paradise;

With Blood stained hands....

Another Innocent mind poisoned by the ongoing despair of the human race,
Another naive child facing the toils and toments of their earthly woes alone,
And another criminal to one day be torn apart by their own insanity,
Insanity..at the hand of their own merciless creator...



these are purely ideas, taken from the very essence that inspires a pained, teenage mind to write..experience...i hope to make a poem out of these ideas, where the rhyme scheme and such like will have a greater effect than the present which you have read..but for now, ponder these thoughts...and tell me your veiws....