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37 through hell the holy grail, TS
I have being there I searve no great
Only death across the terrain of
Black death, is there any escape?
I may write plaque or rainbow
Upon your days don't keep in vain
I have being through hell as well
Floating balloons of green in the 1970
A family shifted to snowy sadly
The killings were done by me
The shining 'heres jhonny!'
Shinning with ink, sink in
the history wrote by killing
Mischievously the writer of tragedies
With other two, blue through
The scythe of reaper
The strength of Hercules
Under the gods
Yet they fear me
Am the one who turns
Farmer in particular months
Who am I?
you imagination who doesn't exist
This poem is just for fun don't take it too seriously. Thanks for reading.
© Kshitij sathe
I have being there I searve no great
Only death across the terrain of
Black death, is there any escape?
I may write plaque or rainbow
Upon your days don't keep in vain
I have being through hell as well
Floating balloons of green in the 1970
A family shifted to snowy sadly
The killings were done by me
The shining 'heres jhonny!'
Shinning with ink, sink in
the history wrote by killing
Mischievously the writer of tragedies
With other two, blue through
The scythe of reaper
The strength of Hercules
Under the gods
Yet they fear me
Am the one who turns
Farmer in particular months
Who am I?
you imagination who doesn't exist
This poem is just for fun don't take it too seriously. Thanks for reading.
© Kshitij sathe
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