Sunken in the miry misfortunes of this earth,
The tormented wait their turn.
Sit in silence - but give them wide berth,
For once they rise, the earth shall burn.
Cries of ecstasy will escape their mute lips,
Battle cries will echo throughout the land.
See the scars on their wrists and hips?
Now they stand tall - hand in hand.
Heaven above could not prevent them now,
and to stop the evil souls, they vow.
They are here fix the broken and find the lost.
Yet, though gentle and meek, they will melt among the frost.
For every beautiful thing has a time to die.
The warriors must ascend to celestial lands -
Yet they do so with a smile - so do not cry.
Indeed, they watch from above, standing hand in hand.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
