Image by Ria Sopala from Pixabay Be Not a Slave of Sins Strangled in this life's infernal imbroglio, I glance at the heavens once more. All things seem trap in the doldrums. As still as the unrippled lake. Blood oozes from the once cerulean s…
In a once quiet and peaceful evening Camouflaged men came marching Across the woods, under the moonlight Towards a furious, incessant fight. Scattered gleam of red laser lights Oust a shine of silver moonlight. Instead of hearing the crickets…
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