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Doubt A day filled with gloom and Images of dismal doom. He steps up with a smile to face an enemy so very vile. Speak may I to the cruel beast who wishes to make hope its feast? Closing down all levels of trust until it is nothing, but a little dust. A battle is lost and so is some hope - He stands up and attempts to cope. "Nevermore shall I fall," he yells as it rings its dinner bells. Feasting it shall do. Turning everything a blue hue. Trust not in anyone's word For liars are all around like a sheep's herd. The best it wants not for you Desires for you to be blue. Forever shall it attack the two Until kill it they so do. [ Go Back ] |