January 5, 2013
Out of the frying pan
Into the fire
The mood is dour
And you are sour
Your heart bleeds black
Your mind you lack
rule with power and greed
A childish game
And yet you lead.

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freeperson said...
Jul. 16, 2013 at 6:25 pm
Not my strong point either, and good poem :)
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Jul. 20, 2013 at 2:31 pm
Thank you(:
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