Thunder booms in the distance. The ground trembles under the foot. The sky turns dark and is lit up with flashes of death. The earth opens up into a pit that drains all hope. Hail comes down , screaming the greetings of the devil himself. The invitation has been sent , but has not been received. The Valley of Death has just been walked
I'm gonna start posting things like this
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The Little Things That Matter
PoetryThe mind is so wonderful but yet so horrible. It can be your friend or your enemy. Its up to you decide which.
