Crimson is the color of blood
Flowing is life within a flood
A mass of illusion a distant drop
Harvested we, the mortal crop.
Join the ranks of slayers or slain
Torn twisted in a world so plain
Raise the sword let them fall
Break the laws heed the call
We who shall shape the fate
Pen is the key to open the gate
Back again on these lanes. Here I grew, met many, had bad and good and most wonderful days and now after many many days I am yet again back here. For those who know me not. I'm a guy who writes to love and express his views through poems and quotes. Loves anime, Harry Potter and all fiction. Sherlock is my idol and so is Po.
That's all for me, Gotta Go.
- In the dens of Philosophy
- JoinedFebruary 10, 2017
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