Weak willed humans will bow down
Weak willed humans will be crushed
Down on the ground those humans will fall.
Waiting to end it all.
The massacre will take shape
in the devil's hiding place.
Can it be right to let it end?
What could they do but make amends?
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The Lone Wolf (Poetry)
PoesíaThis is really a poetry diary. It won't ever be finished, but isn't that the glory of it? To keep seeing new poetry about my life, about my thoughts? I know none of the thoughts are new, but let's intricately weave them in unique ways.
