Poems by Norrie MacDonald

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  • The skies are turning black,
    as droplets of blood splashing on the soil of our...

  • This is the sound of the lost, beaten just broken,
    climbing up and claiming what was taken...

  • To end the pain
    to end thy evil reign...

  • I know this is a poem website but i think it is...
    Well, I've got a bone to pick...

  • Wonder (1)

    The feel of aggression
    sounds to good to beat...