On my back a burden I shall bare
The wounds across my body
Like rivers cutting through land
All to carry a prophecy
I had neither asked for nor cared about
To please a god
I had neither known nor spoken about
A hundred scars for every soul I claim
Isn't quite fair when you're the only one around
To take the blame
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Poetry For The Masses
PoetryA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
