Nature

Time tore patience repetitively 
Ripped wounds upon wretched landscapes 
Relics of beauty lay ravaged and deteriorating 
Across soiled shattered trees
A feast of reclaim shall take place 
As nature takes her brutal restore 
And brings breaths of new life

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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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