When the stars shines,
The whole planet is shines,
Yet is is covered in a black mist,
That hides its true beauty.
Diamond from core,
Worth trillions more,
Than the anything before,
With some bloody lore.
Wars have been thought for ownership,
The blood that had been spilled was enough to fill eternity,
Finally peace took its course,
To be mined to its core.
Taking it value and then leaving it,
Yet blood still is spilled,
The planets and the workers,
Blood that is made of diamonds.
They push the workers to the extreme,
Greed in there eyes,
Pays so little,
A sell for so high.
Only the depressed go there now,
Killing and milling,
The plant of diamonds,
Ziolem.
So SHINY!!!
-EvilChair
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Evil Chair My Story
PoesiaFar away in another reality there lives an evil chair. Its dream is to take over everything. There is a girls who's world has been taken over by the chair. These poems will describe her experiences and what she does to survive.
