Chapter 1 - A Poem

If blood ran down thy hands, Thy would not feel it, Through depth of hatred, My feeling is gone, Though times are not for deceiving… My power I pray, Will stay by my side, And not turn against thy, For my family and friends matter more, Than living in total paradise… To hear their laughs, To see their smiles, To understand their past, To feel their sun-touched skin, What I wouldn’t give… ~cyborg_katyuska~

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