User:Jessika Thiele
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Well, what can I say more than a blank page could say in here?
My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.
Retarded
Oh, what did you do
to the poetic corpse?
Marveallous scent
marching down the road.
My dear
soldier of death,
finally you came
back
where worms lay
on the ground.
Didn't lose faith
in your
fighting abilities;
born in the dark
pool
of blood.
I know
you listen to
them:
the intrigued sound
of dying war.
The one
that's going to
stalk you
entire eternity.
Suffering for
the fragile mob.
No surprise
you're said to be
a fool.
(Lady of Poetry)