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William Golding,
let them students wash ashore.
They hadnt a single thing,
except of what they wore.
They
had a plan and formed a clan,
biguns and littluns, all be ready.
They couldnt be children, but had to be men.
But though, not everyone stayed steady.
Flames
were lit, and kept awake,
till sudden this beast appeared.
The schoolboys haunt and they feared,
they found out; the clan does break.
Killing is the only choice;
the lord of the flies has spoken his truth,
before that boy could speak his voice,
he was brutally murdered by the knife of youth.
Searching for a way to survive,
but most of them have gone insane.
This primitive boys longed for power to strive,
but in the end it was all in vain.
10-04-2012, 00:00 geschreven door Lunaloving 
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