season of treason
tis the season of treason Dirty deeds overflowed driven by greed filled dreams same flesh and bone these humans are but much different from generations before loves distant memory knocks on the door nearly gone for evermore hate filled rage justifying mayhem survival of the wickedous the poisonous venom where love oncce filled this grave this abyss a world where love is gone and won't e missed
Ad
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets
Shop Now →
