fill your souls with love, oh hollow people
drench yourselves with the life
drain their blood like lifeless steeples
let this town submerge in strife
break their fragile bones, oh hollow people
may their wails be heard across town
let them cripple and tripple
let them wear their broken crowns
stop! stop! besieged, hollow people
our purpose now long gone
let the banner raise for the masses
let the town rise from its ashes
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
