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so this is pretty much the product of my boredom on some lonely nights when I'm up late. haha nothing really special.



The wind gently blows through the grass
And ducks frolic amongst the reeds
An old woman sits in her chair looking through the glass
Knowing her child is out doing evil deeds
The beautiful serenity is disrupted by violence
And the sound of a gun murders the silence

I really like, it speaks reality, you start off with the inocence that was once our world, then end up with what it is now, good job, i hope you post some more, because i would love to read it.