To the fallen ones, I stand
I bear your crest and raise these hands
We were once broken, stattered to a million pieces
We waged in bloody battles
Faced through uncharted waters and a hill of struggles
We fought and holler our mighty declaration
'I am beautiful and so as the scars I bear,
I am who I am and will always be, I swear'
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the genius of poesy
Poetry"Your life is a tale, your brethren tell your story. You fill in the pages with your alluring words, your mischief and sorrow give life to the verbs" Prose and Poetry that are made by me. Enjoy!
