When life hits hard, out falls a brick
Life hits again now a wall so thick
what you do with these brick layers
is build yourself some golden stairs
you rise to the top and ride life with great thunder
you rise from the pits deep, down under
so why be sad when life makes you sick
there's so much to build from one, small brick
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Darkness Taking Over
PoetrySome random poetry about life and dark things about me and others...enjoy...:)