Unto this borne world's close
Two brothers released the darkness
Chaos, anarchy, discord arose
A cacophony of screams and mess
It wasn't their intention to do it
For it was an accidental reflux
But now they gotta find a safe way
To shove Pandora back into the box.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
