It rumbled
It thundered
The war never passed
Begin till end
It seemed it would last
Winds blowing
Great tantrums throwing
Bullets pelting against doors and windows of fellow people
This war began because of you
The person who beleived in you
The one who granted you the wish to begin the storm
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Murders' Relatives
PoetryEvery one has different thoughts, different minds, but sometimes we must accept that there is only one way to deal with things and thats to live with it! These are a collection of poems written to show that whether we choose to or not there are thin...
