Our hearts were smithed in the heat of Zebulun
We rose from thorns in thunder storms,
We marched our way in the black Sands of Babilon
Tornerd apart to give life to Levi
Stepped on freckles to rub off the sand in our eye
Burnt under the sun,
O sons of Zion and Iron
We rose through thorns in thunderstorms,
We marched our way in the black sands of Babilon
Our hearts were smithed in the heat of Zebulun
The higher we rise the harder it gets
The longer we live the closest we are
Eyes in the sky
Beware,
This is no Game of Thrones,
But a clash of Horns
Common sense doesn't suit us,
We'll gift you Candy Corns to match up to your baby's prom.
Levi,the eye in the sky.
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Roses of Sharon
PoesiaHow should one begin to introduce such a collection of riddled poems? Well,read following thoughts "painted in words" are cries, ideologies that demanded to be shared. Each unique in it's own way. Some a tainted with sorrows and wonders,some...
