John's Riddle by Jordyn

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Dec 2013

This thing destroys all:
Even the beauty of of your call;
Slashes iron, cuts steel;
Grinds your bones into meal;
Kills men, ruined city,
It is truly a fate that all pity

Written by

Jordyn Nashville

(Nashville)

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