Sound the horns
And let the roses grow their thorns
Parts of them will leave you torn
Many of them bloomed, yet scorned
We eat
Thick red meat
Swallowing blood from 6 feet
Only to taste defeat
Let's take a timeout, sit on the stool
Rest your gluttony, thy ghoul.
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The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...
