Fluttering around like a scarab
Spreading the words
That were once forgotten
But are now remembered
Although not everything was recovered
For the voice was only whispers
Only most out of the many could've heard
But if you're the one out of the many
Then you shall realize what is yet to come
We'll be waiting for it
While you already know what is yet to come
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Life or Death
PoesíaPoetry that explains life or death :p Vote and comment I love seeing your feedback :) I post daily their is no pattern @-@ Don't steal poems :] All rights reserved <3 creepers be creepin :| And yes some pictures aren't from the interweb wow shock...
