Luule #1
Poetry, heavy words for all souls that want to be free,
it's the burning sun above the dead trees with no leaves,
saluting all the real ones and the OGs that people ought to be,
running wild chained thoughts with no minds is what they seek,
watching people burn from the white fire trying to flee,
as the damned creatures banned from Heaven have nothing left but to go down on their kn...
Thursday 17th December 2020 8:50 pm
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