I see a world on fire,
rejected by a higher power.
the citizens are slaves
for the masters to devour.
the layer of smoke
covering my eyes,
the blaze reflecting in them,
gasps and bitter sighs.
it's too late for me—
get back, stay away!
I cannot die twice,
but my soul longs to stray.
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๐ฆเพเฝฒโ๐ช๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฆเพเฝฒ (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2025 11:55
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
A good write about doing the right thing. Nicely said
thank you
Interesting topic and good job ! I encourage you to continue !
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