Thing of the past
by Love Scotty Aug 12, 2011
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I know of a land that has blood on every corner. That has bullets flying, but with no gun men. A land that only the strongest can make it to. The land that only you can make the journey towards. The land that has lost souls taking over the living, because they have nowhere to go. The land where the scariest of organisms live. The land that you face and beat your worst nightmare. |
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13 years ago
Another poem in which your youthful grammar throws me off. However, the phrases you use are vivid and to the point. It took me a second to figure out that you're talking about the past, but not so long that I ended up disagreeing with the title or the description within. The description was quite inspiring, as well.
