It is the night of my day. I'm far away. Crusading a sea. Midday, treading water. Braving sets, warning the people of an upcoming watery slaughter. All, refuse to see.
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Memories replay Past, Present and Future portals Settling real loss
The devil personified as a friendly genie who's wizarding ways, like media, can rewrite any script cunning, smiling, a disguised pariah looking only to gain