I want the ground to crumble underneath me as I walk
To show how everything has made me feel
I want the sky to set on fire
To show my anger and self destruction because of the world
I want the stars to fall from the sky
To show how much I've fallen
I want to show everybody my warnings
To show them how done I am with this stupid stupid world that we all call home
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storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
