The cry of many is heard by the ears of none.
The will of the weak surpasses the greed of the strong.
The evil darkens the sun's bright light,
And the good no longer exists.
The battle is not won
If you lost men in the fight
The rumors that were spread
dissolves into hatred for those who started it.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoezjaThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
