Behind all your battered down scars
Their lies a man
With a heart as full of gold, its as empowering than the sun
Sister, Brother, are we not done with these foolish games
And insecure ways, our anger is our ruin
Now look north to our farther
For he is our saviour
What's done is done
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
