Evil Upon The Gates
Evil Upon The Gates
Standing, singing at the gates of heaven
Silent, tediously waiting for me
O brother, why the surprise to my dispossession
Blood darker than the black sea
A face not so innocent
Yet standing at the most high gates
The greatest man in the world, I am not equivalent
One step closer, I treacherously test my fate
This poem is about:
Our world
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