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The Evil Bone of Glory

Sorrow & shame has become an outfit To his body and soul, tears as scars on his face Hunger & tiredness are now the maker of his hours Unhappiness lays in the heart of him, in a land that is full Of bread & Honey, glory upon glory Pain his guardian & companion, Fears are his siblings Dry and Dryer is skin goes, he knows no joy, he hopes to Continue with that pain when his cursed heart stop beating in agony, his believe was "if the maker of heaven & earth exist he Should have felt the glory. And he died

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/1/2016 8:56:00 AM
Deep write... Martins...SKAT
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