I am here again,
The pain is gone.
The return is lost in faith.
Pain is none,
It went to gone.
None can sing a song,
Of pain.
Again, I sing in my hall,
With my darkest emotions,
It's heard by none.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesíaIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
