![]() Abysmal RagingA Poem by Sam Sin SepulturaFragmented is the one in cold. He's growing hungry, he's getting bold. Standing on the edge of his tower. Will it fall? Will he lose power? Frozen tears drench the face. He's in his element, he's in his place. He loathes the lie in the land. He's tearing it apart, by mortal hand. © 2013 Sam Sin SepulturaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 8, 2013 Last Updated on August 8, 2013 Author![]() Sam Sin SepulturaKelso, WAAboutYou'll find me out through my writing :) I am Sam, I've been an in the closet poet for a while but now I want to share my thoughts and emotions with the whole world. I'm 17, still, young, better star.. more..Writing
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