CyclesA Poem by SorenWar, disease, accident, poverty, crime all measured in earthly time Drugs, abuse, hate and pain all fall in perpetual rain Broken, torn, shattered, burned lessons too slowly learned buried in rot covered in filth to with the rain grow anew when tilth
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