Poet

The screamEndless, dark lanesThe scream
everything appears abandoned
empty streets
the storm doing his foul work
passing by
gloomy windows
for a long time
no motion
window shutters
clatter in the wind
the raging storm shows his
biggest fullness
rustling leaves on the trees
drops splashing
on the ground
strange shadows of harm moving over the walls
a sudden clink like breaking glass
a blood-curdling scream
an ear-deafening bang  
Go Yellow
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If all God did was save your soul, wouldn't it be enough?
If you don't come by the way of the cross, you will never come at all.
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If all God did was save your soul, wouldn't it be enough?
If you don't come by the way of the cross, you will never come at all.
sorry...I don't understand formal english or whatever it is...
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If all God did was save your soul, wouldn't it be enough?
If you don't come by the way of the cross, you will never come at all.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanke
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