Notice of absence from ᴷᵉᶻᵉˣˣᵉ
Peace is restrained; this is free
Peace is restrained; this is free
Hate penetrates the great gates of the fakes,
The fakes make mistakes, as the inmates plan their escapes,
The gates open, knights with gold plates and sparp blades,
Hope fades as they throw their last grenade,
Then their afraid, when they realize they were played...
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Author:
ψᖴOᑌᖇψ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just messin with rhymes
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