ok seriously you need to be selling these things man. just write a book of poems and i promise ill buy it
50BagOfGreens Reviewed by 50BagOfGreens on . More poetry... I see in your eyes the unborn mind, The devil's contract, still yet to be signed... Bow ye down, before your god, The shattered cross which groans, doth nod. How so callow, not only sallow that you should hallow he... Cold hands reach forth, you beckon me... Into your emptiness, your shallow sea. And god looks down, in no way is he pleased. Rating: 5