When the feeling is clear,
You stop to hear;
The sound from inside,
But you know you can't hide.
It's only a matter of time,
For the heavens to rise.
To rejoice in persecution,
When in doubt, give contribution.
In the work of his hands,
He who commands,
For them to stand,
When no one else will give him a chance.
Through the Ramage,
His life was handed down with brain damage.
Hey guys,
Trap2875 here. Finally started this. I wanted to do this for a while but never got round to it. Well, here it is.
Sincerely,
Trap2875.
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Words of Wisdom, Formed in Poetry.
PoetryYou want poetry? Check here! P.S. Some pieces will be a little dark. Don't be surprised if it is. If you're just bored, and want to be inspired to do something... Don't look here. You will get none of that stuff in this book.
