Once upon a time, during the age of death,
darkness follows, you can feel her breath.
Trying to run, be quiet as well,
but that won't stop the lord of darkness to ascend from hell.
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go,
War, Hungar, Pleague and the fourth one, you know.
They have risen, for they shall win,
everything is black and never will be green.
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One HELL of a poet
PoetryCollection of my poetry work. Depressing and depression thoughts, suicidal content, demonic content, darkness all over, tears and blood turned into an ink and inspiration spilled on a paper.
