His demons arose from the pit of his chest and ran in fear of what has become of the world. it took control of his every will. he was trapped he had no hope of surviving this doomsday to come. All he could do was just sit there and think about with has come.
The grass that was once green were blue with the fire of the damned and the trees imitated weeping witches as they stood there, unable to move, for the burning death that has come to them. This was the end of the world, but the beginning of another, a more darker one in which even demons cant handle. This was the dawn of the beginning.
The Sky was clear and filled with purity. Blue skies and white clouds surrounded the city, the troubled city in which trouble always happen. a city where Anything can and will happen and in which the end of the world happens every year on this date.
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Poems and other writings I did in my High School career before I became a Senior
RandomThis is the saved work from before my senior year that I was talking about when I started the "Poems and other writings I did in 2017-2018 during creative writing" book. This time, I will not show the grades like I did in the other book because I c...
