"A twinkle of a star,
A moment of false hope.
A word for the wise, The wicked have no mercy so why should we?
If we kill are we not just like them? Or is it different because of our reasoning?
In the end all humans are the same, we can't be a disgrace because we already lost everything.
Humans write their own definition and stories.
A twinkle of moonlight. A star is brighter than a moon, it just keeps it's distance.
Death is the same. Even broken things are Vain."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
