This is a poem about the white strings…………
Everythink is a attached to a white string,
or what does that mean,
Is it a game or is a thing,
No more serects now,
That I have share it out,
Cut it up or I will cut you down,
See no more pain,
just a remember in the pass,
For whose you hurt and see them pass,
what does it mean and what does it stand for,
Is it a thing that you stand up for,
Just rememeber when you see a white triangle in the sky,
Remember me and I will remember you for all the trouble that you have put all of us through……………..
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