So I may not be perfect,
But did you really think that I would be?
Maybe sometimes I might lapse,
Hell, at least I can use an apostrophe,
So if evolution is true,
Then I guess it's not too great,
For this world isn't getting better,
Just filled with despair and hate,
I look down to the paper,
And the ink inside my pen,
Now I feel I'm falling,
Sinking deeper and deeper,
Into despair, as slowly,
Language is deprived,
Of itself.
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EDIT: By the way, if you wish to criticise this go ahead. I'll leave you with a thought though. If an artist drew a picture, and everyone but the artist thought it was great, was it a good picture?
It may not seem like it at times, but those little dots at the end of sentences, make every bit of difference in this world.
But did you really think that I would be?
Maybe sometimes I might lapse,
Hell, at least I can use an apostrophe,
So if evolution is true,
Then I guess it's not too great,
For this world isn't getting better,
Just filled with despair and hate,
I look down to the paper,
And the ink inside my pen,
Now I feel I'm falling,
Sinking deeper and deeper,
Into despair, as slowly,
Language is deprived,
Of itself.
--------------------------
EDIT: By the way, if you wish to criticise this go ahead. I'll leave you with a thought though. If an artist drew a picture, and everyone but the artist thought it was great, was it a good picture?
It may not seem like it at times, but those little dots at the end of sentences, make every bit of difference in this world.