Kings Of Trash Poem by esse neo

Kings Of Trash



Need you light
And right
Man
Might is
In your heart
Is pain
In sight
When it looks like
Rain on the way

Wait a minute
Hold the line, and
Correct our time
Allow me...
I'm very pleased to met you
And I think
We met somewhere
There
On the edge of hidden world
Where
I sheathe the sword
And now
It's time to go back home
For us
To fly to golden town.

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