River flowing
Like sands of time
Such is the way
These minds of ours
A vast void, devoid of goodness
It is the Styx, flowing to crevices
That reside, tainting morality
Of one thousand souls many
The River Styx, it flows in them
Singing of decay, darkness entralls
With nought to save them all
From the abyss' call
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Poems I made
PoésieThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
