The rhymes

This world is without peace.

A place that was never meant for me.

Birds that fly, people that cry, wishing upon a star to die.

Rain that showers, pain that shatters, breakes the soul of the living dead.

Laughter that echos through this place is nothing but a dead lost maze.










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