Fire in the sky illuminates a million ancient deaths,
A wish that we're a country full of empty threats.
Three hundred million people hold collective breaths,
Because a nation full of empty threats rarely has regrets.
A threat to kill, to stop the killing.
A threat to hold our breath.
A threat to add a fiery filling.
And we will hold your breath.
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Keep Your Coins, A Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are just some random poems that Ive written. I spend more time written the Fallen Angel poems, so these may not be as good, but I hope you enjoy. The picture on the cover is one of banskys works. Im not sure who took the photo of it cause I go...
