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Cries of torture flood the city, some can be heard miles away.
His wrath is terrible the sky is trembling and stars are leaking out of its mouth.
The man on the moon has turned it red from his bloody tears.
He feels pitty.
There is no hiding from the evil that will come because it is said that even the mountains will talk.
- by GreyAnarchist |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/23/2009 |
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- Title: The End
- Artist: GreyAnarchist
- Description: So basicallly this poem talks about dooms day religously again my poems are short because i write only what comes to my head at the time. comments are appreciated.
- Date: 10/23/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Halick - 11/07/2009
- Well It could of been put together better.... 3/5
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- system in ruins - 10/25/2009
- good poem 5/5
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