I ravage the world.
It isn’t my own.
I didn’t think it was.
I didn’t create it.
I just wrote its story.
But if what I write isn’t true.
It becomes so.
Allowing me.
To ravage the world.
Which isn’t my own.
But I’ll make it mine.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
I ravage the world.
It isn’t my own.
I didn’t think it was.
I didn’t create it.
I just wrote its story.
But if what I write isn’t true.
It becomes so.
Allowing me.
To ravage the world.
Which isn’t my own.
But I’ll make it mine.
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