20 jun 2015, 19:38

Anger 

  Poesía » Otra
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A spell is upon me
malicious and cruel.
Is it by a demon of doom?
My dreams of salvation –
in sadness I find –
are fading to dusk one by one.
The Life is unworthy,
unfair and grey.
To Evil it opens the gate.
Don’t want to be honest
and pure in soul. ...

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