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Against The SkiesA harlot disguised. A flamethrower knows no bounds and burns a forest down. This cyber world. This real world. One world- fools topple over lands- like it was fruit to destroy and not destroying of fruit and it was gone. As with them. The silent warriors sunk in the dark dirk and vanished after them to avenge the world. A dream was no comfort nor guide. They found them and a declared that it was just. A arrow pierces his skin, and he snarls like a creature I never knew, and the waters bay at me and the arrow knocked into right eye and he fell into the lake. The day was forgot but somewhere it lives like the world has it's parts. Vote for this poem
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