Rolling depthA Poem by Christopher Holleyabout strugling to survive with everyone being the enemyThe trees fall as man destroys. Killing life with there little toys. Destroying creation to make it new. Running through the woods hiding from it all I sit there watching it fall. All eyes turn blind on me as I hide Waiting for them to come. The woods are my temple I wont let them fall to the corruption that doomed them all. I shall not let fate decide I shall sit and hide. My day will come when it does there will be nowhere left to run © 2010 Christopher HolleyReviews
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1 Review Added on September 13, 2010 Last Updated on September 13, 2010 AuthorChristopher HolleyRock Hill, SCAboutjust a person trying to find some reviews and maybe see if i can somehow publish what i have been givin =) also my last acount on here i couldnt remeber password or username so this is my new account more.. |

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