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The land is dry Barren, baked Empty skies Place of hate Broken brown Shattered slate Crooked crown Wicked wastes Land of bone Place of dread Silent tones Unmoving dead An air of rot The Pinnacle of Man A darkened heart Necropolis stands
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
The Pinnacle Of Man
The land is dry Barren, baked Empty skies Place of hate Broken brown Shattered slate Crooked crown Wicked wastes Land of bone Place of dread Silent tones Unmoving dead An air of rot The Pinnacle of Man A darkened heart Necropolis stands
#sad#depression#life#heart#pain#death#alone#loss#hurt#thoughts
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DrakeBrayer
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
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