21 December 2012,18:00A Poem by Tierney HeilmanA setting sun, a rising moon, Air thick with definite doom. The sting of a mighty iron beast, Rings through the sky without cease. The day has come, The newspapers read, The day humanity, suffers fatal bloodshed. And once I was told, That when so many hold An iron fist, Peace cannot exist. No chance anymore, When the device is dropped We will know, Our certain end cannot be stopped. © 2012 Tierney Heilman |
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Added on March 13, 2012 Last Updated on March 13, 2012 AuthorTierney HeilmanPortland, ORAboutHey, I am a young writer. I don't really know if my writing is good enough for anything yet. That's mainly why I made an account. I just want feedback from people. more..Writing
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