A New Poem by Me
Oh soldiers of Death, fill the world
Fullith of carnage and doom
You are the order of love
The Black plague of the skies
The earworm of the waters that drip
The army of doom, gothic of all horrors that is a shape-shifter that can transform into thy monsters
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The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems can make anybody feel things: love, desire and sadness.
