Pain so powerful and vast,
The sky cries for ages past,
The ground meets the sky,
Causing Angels to fall and die.
Fire sent by powers above,
Remind us of forgotten love,
Waves rise up free and unbound,
Tearing asunder our earthen ground.
People cry to be set free,
From the earth’s insanity,
Hiding in the comfort of their lies,
They have made their own demise.
They take and never give,
Yet they still wish to live,
When touched by true light,
Mortals lose hope and sight.
They see the truth in the flood,
They will pay with life and blood,
Tis’ the way that time will bend,
To show existence to the end.












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i like your gallery. your good, keep it up.
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The man who can but sketch his purpose beforehand in words is regarded as a wonder, and every artist and writer possesses that faculty. But gestation, fruition, the laborious rearing of the offspring, putting it to bed every night full fed with milk, embr
Still, it's pretty good! Keep it up with the rhyming poems with a steady beat!
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