Wilbur.
He was shot
Blood splattered onto the ground
I cried
For him to be alive
They screamed and cheered
Over it.
I knew he would want me to
So I ran
As fast as I could.
Once he came back
We found a new place
To live
Gave it a name
Based off our election campaign
'Pogtopia'
It was now our only utopia
From the pain
And the blood thirsty.
They were
Hungry to find us,
To rip our throats,
Make us crash,
And fall.
We invited
Those we could trust
Into our home
Built walls
Railings
Created a temporary living space
For us to live
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My Life Through Painful Poems Of The Now Deceased | DSMP
RandomThis story is the story of the DreamSmp through Tommyinnit's perspective in the form of poetry(?). It starts from the election :) Updates on Saturdays! I understand DreamSmp is dead and over with. But I was so into it when I was younger, I want to m...
