A human myself, I would push the red button. For having seen into man’s heart, Brimming with evil. Black, Rotten.
Eliminating them now, Preventing perhaps. Unending sadness, Shielding the unborn. From humanity’s touch, Painted with madness.
The red button, Gleaming crimson. Color of blood, With great conviction, Boldly proclaiming. I could, Ignite the destruction, Of this species mutated. The world exploding, Melting, Radiated, If I push the red button.
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Let the poppies be a sole reminder of those who went before us. ‘Lest we forget.’ On this special Remembrance Day, a day to celebrate those battlefield fights. In Remembrance of a soldier that give all from his heart, fighting
My steamy and red lips are craving for your hot kiss you kiss them with warm breathe and let them land on my lips where colorful horizon exists you kiss them very softly very gently Like a crazy and mad
My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.
blemish of the needle in eye spreads: do you still see the moon in the hills, outstripping the aura of midnight? resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for a finger on the lips in dark, to read the symptoms, feeling floral
I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my