"I look around me,
Covered in blood and pus I am. Dead bodies lie flat on their faces, of people all from different races. My heart beats frantically in my chest, As I walk through the depths of Hell; unpure and unblessed. any living soul will be thankless.Darkness surrounds me like a cold, freezing blanket,I know now my position in this forsaken land, I'm drowning in misery as fast as a quicksand."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poesie"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
