Devastation raided the streets below,
Alligned we all took the blow,
Vacations were no more than retreat,
If we had them that would be,
Death would be right at the
Saitans feet.
Star perched upon my shoulder,
Trying to make make days longer,colder,
Are we to fight back or is there no point, they are
Ruling and killing us during our sleep.
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Author:
TesniWilliams (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2018 12:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
sweet dreams.
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