Humans,
build of dust, and clay.
In the end, their bodies decay.
Satan leaves them astray,
With all dark sins, their
souls pray.
Humans,
they rise from this land.
Call this, their homeland,
Later, forget where they stand.
Soon, they all will be crushed
in this sand.
-Shiza.
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8:29 p.m.
05/06/18
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Poetry- 'It keeps me sane.' And sometimes, when all the tears dry up, I bleed words. Highest ranked as :3rd in poems, Started publishing on: 28/02/18 All of these words are entirely original. Please,don't copy and paste.
