Don't look down,
For all you will see is a town,
That place has no meaning,
For the building are all leaning,
The destruction of life,
Was cause by his single knife,
He destroyed that village,
And others all came to pillage,
I saw it all here from up on my cloud,
The screams and bellows were oh so load,
I shall watch over all around,
For I am the protector of the ground,
One day this place will be fixed,
By people who are all mixed,
No one will let this rest,
For the gates bare a crest,
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Original poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written. Based of books, movies, and life. My general rule was to hide away all of this. But writing helps me unlock parts of my self I sometimes didn't know I had. Don't hide from it unleash it. The scariest thi...
