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Submitted:May 4, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


The Void

hopeful and kind,

does not exist.

none you shall find,

for it's been beaten by Fist.

they are trapped in the cold,

the nothing.

they smile and care,

but are scorned.

They begin to glare,

Their past not mourned.

they are trapped in the cold,

the nothing.

Cruel and Violent,

They crush the new.

Their innocence now silent,

They convert the few.

This is what they've been told,

to be cold and unforgiving.

They are the cold,

the nothing.





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