A land of everlasting apocalypse
A people with parched, unspeaking lips.
An evil that makes the seas churn
A night that freezes and a day that burns.
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PerceptioN
PoezjaNo despair. No depression. Some fun. Some PerceptioN. A collection of a few little products of my boredom. My best work is in the later chapters. ... Highest rank - #169 in poetry - 5/5/16
