Pray
In the absense of hope and the onset of hopelessness we seek intervention in the form of divinity or our forefathers watching us pander away our lives and our souls... but are we worthy to be saved, given another chance? will a chosen few be spared, those that have held some shred of the human genome? the black knight watches us, reporting to God or to those that brought us here, on our digression if Paradise is to survive the cleansing is inevitable pray
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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