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goronsword
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Men of corruption have no balance of control and spirit. They never surrender unless they win. All they want is power, discipline and rage. Somehow, they always win. Innocence is just destroyed, leaving nothing, but ruins of the past. Men of shadows always fight unfairly, and use every whim to defeat their opponent in shame. Life is nothing but disappointment and despair and imbalance. The angels of sorrow are cloaked in shadows forever. The light is hidden from the immortal darkness. The hope of all men are crushed into ashes by the core of all chaos and discord. The stars are no longer bright. The sky has been wrapped in the demons of smoke and fire. The sea is dried out, leaving nothing but starvation. We can all see the weakness of the world. Let us conquer that weakness, and no longer become the shadows.
Please tell me what you feel in this poem. I try my best to show my feelings to my teachers and pupils. (Yes, I'm a student in the UK.) Please tell me how you feel about this poem.
Please tell me what you feel in this poem. I try my best to show my feelings to my teachers and pupils. (Yes, I'm a student in the UK.) Please tell me how you feel about this poem.