Beautiful quiet night without a peep
Full moon lights the city on the mountain
Far in the distance cries from titans heard
Attanoke is no longer safe from threat
Crying crying from the purest of heart
How you destroy cities without struggle
Why you do this to yourself and people
How you might be saved one day from torture
May our great protect us in the dark night
May you rest in peace to never wake up
For the sins you committed against us
Are too great to live with and not without
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The Mountain
PoetryAbout a mountain and its stories. Based off me playing in the dirt during Covid.
