This is no mistake, my new dear friend Hell is upon you and is about to end Ever wonder why, you here were sent?
Clearly, you have not reflected properly Life you lived was nothing but monotony Of all the Sins you supposedly think of sultry Substantial sex and sore songs of sluttery? Ergo, my friend for that is nothing but mere muttering Relive, however, the one moment of miss-making mistakes:
On the day you were born, this was your end For I will always come for you to make amends
Death is universal Only I can escape it Only I can create it Re-life is nothing more than speculation Surely my friend, you have no feelings of restoration.
I am just simply a man who writes to express himself, nothing more. If you enjoy my poetry, please feel free to contact me if you have any feedback on it as I would love to get some. I enjoy writing and it is always good to see someone who appreciates the work.
Fresh smell of wild herbs in the perambulation uphill, Oh! Those clinging burr to my dog’s fur, I remember the sound of the crushing dried leaves, That was heard in a walk through the dark dense woods, My uncle lived
The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a