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Mar 2019
Desolation and despair,
the scent of blood in the air.
These are things that I know well,
like the fires that burn in Hell.
In a world without vision,
we are destined for collision.
If I must shout then I’ll scream,
I’ll do whatever by any means.
Know that they’ll be frightened,
if we ever become enlightened.
Justin
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Justin  21/M/American
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