we reach for the future but all we find is dust.
a whithered dream that died long ago
the twisted wind blows all hope away
the arch angels cover our world in flames
the human race will burn to the rocks
no inocent child will survive our fate
when will the hero return to claim his place
to exicute the vile sinners that pollute this world
pour the acid into the demons eyes
and hide away forever in darkness
no clue to find except that dieing heart of mine
the ripped flesh of a babies skin
scream to God no more sin
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Thoughtful Dreams
i plan to write anything i feel like. mostly poems or something like that ^^
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