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Discussion in 'Spoken Word & Freestyle' started by Jearry, Nov 24, 2013.

  1. Jearry

    Jearry
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    Quite a simple thing,
    Yet simultaneously complex.
    To everyone we bring,
    Tragedy upon our death.

    With bright white horses,
    Strung up tight.
    With bloody mouths and hair so coarse,
    In the plague of beautiful light.

    How will they ever find
    The joy within a soul?
    When death decides to hide
    Within the ones you know?
     
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