Before this shelter, had brought the cold.
He called for war, and fought the world,
He began to slip, and fall so short,
He called for help, but was abhorred,
These things happen when you seal your doors.
Shut them out and block their voice,
Hiding from the darkest hole,
The reaches of your darkened soul.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Before this shelter, had brought the cold.
He called for war, and fought the world,
He began to slip, and fall so short,
He called for help, but was abhorred,
These things happen when you seal your doors.
Shut them out and block their voice,
Hiding from the darkest hole,
The reaches of your darkened soul.
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