Paradise

June 27, 2013

Living in shame, close your eyes and dream big upon your brain

came in through the backdoor no front in sight to find world war

smoke clouds fell upon my head as I entered this cold world alone

body counts stacked upon eachother as I was being cloned

no phone till now troubled in drones needed someone to help but I found

my home

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