woe, is me
just like wonders
melancholy to never cease
it's voice ever thundersthe evil has spread
like a disease
it keeps us tied to our beds
we'll never feel at easei can feel it's chains
like cherry wine
the white sheets it stains
innocence no longer mineevil to overpaint
a white clover
with red, no more saint
to take overi cry
and i cry
blind turns mind's eyeyou cry
why do you cry
we're all gonna die
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...