As I stood atop the lookout tower, waves of enemy soldiers were crashing down from all sides. Deep down, I knew I was not getting out of this one alive. My general has taken far too deep into their te
To be a kid again, Where crayons create life through strokes, And your future is moldable Play-Doh, Writing a fairytale with you as the main lead! Where Toys become imaginary friends, Following you on
There are cathedrals without gods inside them, Only dust turning slowly through pale afternoon light. People still enter with lowered voices, Still remove their hats as if silence were sacred. I under
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