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Bad Proffessors are Senile Wizards,
Holding wayward life in hand
With power o'er the fire, wind and blizzard.
Who rule as Gods in their ignorant land.
Should thou dwell neath their Ivory tower.
Expect to fail my friend.
Unless thou succumbs to their reckless power.
The promise of thy future, ne'er seen again.
Folling the people with the arcane,
With policies only thralls can stoop to obey.
Following and being molded by the insane.
Ill ne'er walk in the light of their grey.
Other mortal men cannot this injustice understand,
Thats what hurts, and keeps these Wizards in demand.
- by XCu_ComghallX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/19/2012 |
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- Title: Sonnet VIII of Paris
- Artist: XCu_ComghallX
- Description: How corrupt Professors can be, but at the same time so powerful that they control your life and future.....a insane all powerful entity who uses power recklessly dealing with your life.....yeah it sucks more than you know.
- Date: 11/19/2012
- Tags: sonnet viii paris
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