broken glass dreams; reality is bitter now.
the first wave strikes, leaving the castle defenseless.
Fear, higher than all, consumes a once pure soul.
There is no escape from such an evil monster.
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velocity's poetry.
Poetrya collection of poems I have written that I would like to be seen.
these things aren't real
broken glass dreams; reality is bitter now.
the first wave strikes, leaving the castle defenseless.
Fear, higher than all, consumes a once pure soul.
There is no escape from such an evil monster.