"fillled" poems
And so on and especially so forth, as it shall in time provide your journey's story and future clues to the scavengers of whom may choose to pursue, and even if they might peruse and cruise, they shall never ***** or shout, or begin to muck about but instead all cohesively be care free and gumption fillled to the Ump's teenth degree. Progress for the Better, Don't read the blinding letter... but if you do, Why pray our souls to keep, in a pickled formaldehyde case, so ******* cheap, that it eventually begins to seep and creep into the membranes of societies creek, who proceed to reap... and sOw, everything you thought you know, and renipulate and regurgitate their own versions of twisted and ManUScripted fate. They say don't hate, just **********
But the Globe is warm, despite all their charm
So I say we try and pray collectively all at once some day and unite the nobles of our HUMAN race.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Where is The Heavenly Father?
As fire burns. Acid smoke fills lungs.
Screams of terror, hearts pounding. What did we do to deserve this?
Escape, we must find a way.
Run down stairs, fillled with dark clouds.
Glistening metal in the sun, but something's not right.
They rush to the site, full of fear and courage,
running in, without thought,
we have to save them. Deafening explosions,
everywhere, drop to the floor and crawl.
Who could be so evil, who could do this.
Why? overhear the laughter of The Prince of Devils.
We're coming, we can hear your crys,
what can we do? Despair and dread start to fill us.
But we can't give up, inside there lays fathers,
children, wives, aunts,
they are all loved. They are all lost.
Two great kings fall. Stop as the rains pour down.
Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC