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Death

Walking in this house of death and tears I get this undivided feeling of my fears Nothing seems to become crystal clear Our hearts ripped and smeared Our feelings instantly become flared My walls quickly crumble becoming scared At one point feelings were thought of and shared Soon you’ll have something undeclared Everyone better be prepared Later on there will be some snared Time will come and pass I will be spared Glances of some sorts evil glares As if they look like angry hungry bears

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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