Poems from Calamity-Shock
I met a farmer in an agriculture store Who used to say: "To God, many thanks." Pose by the swamp, near hope, to the soil, a gravid shake, a...
Pour a question over the sacrifice that I would need to peel my skin off. Where are the headlines that ensnared from the exit of your pile'...
The wings of a falcon hover at ease,this flawless personality atmosphere with punishments racing over our needs tied to a circle of love...
Conscience is fuel reverberating lupine cutlass, enables us to listen to the last torment.
Elevate a foul beast, mobocracy follows the...
The yoke of a faceless soldier tail of angular, skin and bones, running shadows to the vow, a word of honor with dishevelled glance. ...