woe, is me
just like wonders
melancholy to never cease
it's voice ever thunders
the evil has spread
like a disease
it keeps us tied to our beds
we'll never feel at ease
i can feel it's chains
like cherry wine
the white sheets it stains
innocence no longer mine
evil to overpaint
a white clover
with red, no more saint
to take over
i cry
and i cry
blind turns mind's eye
you cry
why do you cry
we're all gonna die
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
