Warrior Way 

The warrior within me still stirs

Though weathered and worn with times tedious turmoil trials 

Still a move about a hurricane of will and waged burning blatant blunt flames

I will stay strong for I have collected scars and survived these trenching tearing wounds

My roar may be heard even when death has come knocking

Nothing shall stop me


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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