God threw me a grenade
Last month of the decade
He said "No more barricade,
You will fix your own self straight,
Rise up from your own decay,
You cannot afford to delay,
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday raid,
So enjoy this bomb grenade."
On the last month of the decade.
YOU ARE READING
GTR's Poetry
Randommy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
