Random is Random...I suppose... For reality, and of description, we are but of blight. Neither of man nor nature can we fight. That of which we cannot conceal, They take too long to give men their appeal. Nature nor beauty, that much is certain. "But at what cost?" That's your burden. "Take in the views, take in the sites," take a photo of that cartoon Bloo. Lets see who's not real...when you're left with Nosferatu. We give, they recieve, for our helpful behaviour, yet, We do less and less of to give them a saviour. "Hardly our crime that we didn't commit, We left with your friendly neighborhood dimwit." How did we know it got this far? That when you told us, things just got burned to our streetcar. ~~~ But I digress, and this poem's too long of random thoughts, And I'm all out of ideas...welp...I guess it's up to you robots~
The Greatest Sin, made out of the underworld's game. Which Makes That Of The Devil's Pin, we are to blame. Truth Beyond Our Understanding, that of reality. Truth Donned Our Very Handling, upon our formality. Thus We Are To Begin A-gain. That Is Why We Are To De-tain. We Know Nothing Of Truth And Lies. Yet We See With Our Own Eyes. Sins, is our most precious nature. Pins, which we forget that we make it danger. ~Lust And Envy Which Make That Of Wrath And Greed, To Bring Forth Of Gluttony, Sloth...And Pride~ The Seven Sins, which we have denied. So Tell Me This Once Forgotten Incest Of Which You Speak. Tell Me That Of Which You, Yourself, Detests To Bequeath. Tell Me Which, And Of Why, You're Distressed By These Words. Tell Me Of Which Your "Goddess On High" Cannot Abide By These Hordes. With Which Do You Seek? Of Course, Your Mind Is Bleak. Done, But It's Not Out Of Question. It's Neither Of Choice, But It Makes You And I, Get An Itching Infestation. Hate Me, Or This Poem, If You Will. But, This One Thing, Is Not For Ill. And So, The Greatest Sin, I, or you, forever see. Is, of course~ Spoiler "To be, or not to be?"
MERGED. Please refer to this section's rules for details. One thread per poet. As for the poems themselves.. The first one has fancy enough vocabulary, but really makes no sense, as your title suggests. People don't want to read poems that have nothing to them. D: The second poem had random capital lettes in the middle of lines, although I did like the theme.
