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1d
Scalpel the daybreak,
shall the rip be delicate.
Fine mist, ashore a hollowing scream!
For whom shall us notice?

Look around.
Seest the sun nor the moon?
No! Turn ablind!
Thou shalt ne notice.

Nibble, nibble.
For them to come.
For us to enjoy.
Them shalln't notice.

Chomp, chomp!
Here they come a slice!
Yet shall none notice!
What a fun!
Ever thought about god's anger? With each person's sin in this world, god's anger rises everytime. That's why there are many earthquakes now.
Injaz Ernesto Zhafif
Written by
Injaz Ernesto Zhafif  13/M/Indonesia, Banten
(13/M/Indonesia, Banten)   
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     Jimmy silker
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