12
Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2011 @ 01:42:37 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: 1432

12
is the creator of evil
whom pathed the way of kings
however gentle or infertile
moves the bell that always rings
if once our minds start to wander
and one thinks that they have seen
I close my eyes and thank the gods
there isn't a 13


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