Retarded poems
Thursday, July 14, 2016
This tainted eyes,
Fill with lies,
Never realise,
Massacre rise.
Half soul to the grieve,
Another half to the sorrow,
Not a single believe,
Nor a single shadow
Tainted eyes, tainted eyes,
Who are we to deny?
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