DreamA Poem by R.L. DavenportRaindrops, innocence not Born with morality, forgotten or lost For the self our souls will rot Insolence traded for love To the skies and above They think of flesh and jokes Why is nothing, Always doing the most Rewarded for your idiocy Laughing as it shows There's a certain ruthlessness In life we all face Those who try to control Act like they save Destroy history to replace So rest in peace to Notre Dame Iberian and Visigoth As Europe falls apart For our freedom, Til death do us part
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