Raised from hell
No medicine or doctor can make me feel well
These wounds will tell you as well
That I am sick as hell
Fiery blade of swords
From a fallen angel
Will be given to me
If I spread his words
Fire-pit full of lies
The truth you denied
Will be used against your vile
It will release moths and butterflies
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
