When those who lurk emerge
And roads end and converge
A world near destruction
Place of isolation
Lone warrior after battle
Looking at dead cattle
A field of skeleton
A lifeless lawn
A place of isolation
A world near destruction
Where roads end and converge
Where those who fought lost courage.
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Poems by an Idiot
PoetryA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob, so any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
