Cloudiness swooping over devouring the children of the world's hopes. The cloudiness can not be seen. Can not be felt, nor heard. For the cloudiness in the cloudiness of the mind, destorying the ablitity to have hope, the ability to have dreams.
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Madness
PoetryThis is a poetry book. Read the following if you want to feel your insides be reformed like a decapitated Phoenix on the rim of a race for the preservation of human civilization. If you would like me to write a poem about something please leave a co...
