The Ballard Of The Hybrid

The Ballard Of The Hybrid long poem

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Look at him he is a monster

Everything he sees he detests

Everyone near him grows to either envy him

Or hate his very heart let alone make a mockery of his very name

Why should the boy get any sympathy or say

In the matter who is he

Do you realize you push everyone away through action

You refuse to let one in but yet you live in self condiment

So angry yet so still who are you more important what

Are you in those cold stone fire eyes what really lies

Behind it all then again with all of your thinking

And resentment what did you expect the end result to be

Result?

There is no result

Nor is there hate neither dening what I intend to become look very

Closely at what cannot be destroyed once it has fallen so far

From the very bar so many wounds so many scars

I am what pain breeds

What kings and queens tremble at even the thought

Me? Well I guess you can say I am the monster

You all gave birth

To that fostered itself

I am Me

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