POETRY
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Seven summers old.
Laugh is natural to me
Ridicule is natural to all.
Like a dream did weave a shade.
On another's sorrow.
The god of war is drunk with blood
The earth doth faint and fail.
Ghosts glut the throat of hell...
So take war with a smile...
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