A gunshot in the distance,
The knives in the cold hard ground.
The metallic taste of fear,
And the smell of sulfur
Mix in the hot heavy air.
The clever blue eyed angel,
Watches the terrible sight,
Of the demons running away
From the king of hell
And his might.
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Poetry
RandomSo I wrote some random poems and decided to put them on here, alot of them I wrote after my grandfather died so some of them refer to him. But yeah... here you go. I'm going to say it's completed because basically it's just a bunch of poem's I've wr...
