or sign in with e-mail
by Jaded Serenity Aug 11, 2007 category : Life, society / about society
Tear drops fall from the sky. i hear the angels weep and cry. the pain and violence is so clear, it is heard by the meek and mear. Vengeance without reson, revenge without remorse; our hearts grow so sore. evil delived to the innocent, who are these souls to not repent. i hear the angles weep and cry... i feel their teardrops for the sky.
by Good Enough
This poem is really good. i really like it.