The setting sun falls
The sky awash with blood
Below, my people's calls
Rise in an unendurable flood
Agony, desperation, pain
It's what war will do
But what do I stand to gain
Surrounded by luxury, safe from you
They have no idea of what comes from above
They can't imagine what they will see
And I will prove to them my love
For they shall be saved by me.
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Random Poetry
PoetryThis is mainly just for when I feel like writing but not writing one of my novels, but I figured I would upload the poems in case anyone else relates to them, or finds them interesting :) Some are personal, some are set in a fictional world, some ar...
