A poem.

Rushing Blood Strengthens the heart
Deliverance simply becomes a farse
Nevertheless its very much a scheme
To win over the people surpassed
More and more people repel the touch
More and more enemies survive a thought
With each passing moment,
It becomes all harsh
The pain seems endless
And the water seeps at last!

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  • Chicks on Oct 27, 2009

    Good stuff…

  • crucisis on Oct 27, 2009

    thanks

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