No matter the evils of this world
That assume control
That mold and break
Passed in a vicious cycle
The truth is held by few
Those that see beneath
Beneath possessed souls
And see the demons
Not the possessed
YOU ARE READING
Newton's Cradle
PoetryThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.
