Insanity

Evil is flying
people are dying
and something is calling my name
everything is not going to be the same.

Leaves are falling
voices are calling from the frozen land
those who are buried in to the sand.
I try to pray, everyday, but I don't have anything to say



Poetry by Janne A Ryynänen
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 22:16

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