Vast heavens perished.
Alexandrian covens meet.
Murderous fangs slaver.
Patient suicides rip.
Imperial funerals end.
Real killers kill.
Eternal gods pain.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
