Roaring thunder,
Top the hill.
Bring us sorrow,
Make us still.
Mindless statements,
Break us and make us.
Can anyone see?
Can anyone hear?
Caught in the grasp of a puppeteer.
I try to be free,
I reach for the light.
But a thousand soulless gazes,
Are holding me tight.
My peers and my preachers,
My teachers and friends.
All of them trapped,
In a cycle without end.
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Just Poems
RandomJust a bunch of random poems/songs I've written. Some are based on Hetalia, which belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I know, there's waaaaaay too much Hetaoni.
