Wednesday, 17 August 2011

My Dubstep Poem

You know I hate dubstep, so I wrote a poem about it:

The sound starts
Flowers shrivel
Grass dies
Animals run from the
Sounds that causes their ears to
Bleed
Building collapse
Windows shatter
Insects swarm the barren land before they too
Curl up and
Die
All because of the sound they call
Dubstep

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Snake

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