18h
You ran a blitzkrieg on my heart,
Invading like the Mongol's carte,
Menu of skulls and bones.
After your attack,
You settled down,
Sweeping up the bruise and blood.
Then you just left,
What? I thought you wanted this nation?
I guess not.
Invading like the Mongol's carte,
Menu of skulls and bones.
After your attack,
You settled down,
Sweeping up the bruise and blood.
Then you just left,
What? I thought you wanted this nation?
I guess not.
An old poem with some new lines inspired by history class.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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