At first it stole the wondrous spirits, and I didn't say a thing, for I did not understand.
Next it went after the innocent, again I did not speak up, for I was riding along.
Then it took the patient thoughts, even now I held my tongue, for I was always a quiet one.
Next it sapped away the peaceful ones, at this I couldn't say a word, for I was too stressed to care.
Eventually it ripped away the joys, a response I couldn't say, my thoughts consumed on how to make it through the day.
And then, finally it came for me, and I finally understood. There was no avoiding fate, for everyone else had been subdued.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
'Mini' Stories
Ngẫu nhiênThis is just going to be a bunch of random blurbs and stories with no context,one-shots, and that kind of stuff. (I got this idea from a friend)
