For whom upon finds this,
May rest ye your souls
A crane who's crown bleeds for a future,
And a greedy lion who shall soon be mangled.
Come forth and take a grieving miss,
As there are troubling tolls.
A reign's notorious nothings,
With a stem seen for balance.
So take a glass to bend and cut,
Therefore doors will croak and frogs will creak.
Man's sorrow will be taken and raised pridefully,
Which will soon come to a bitter shut.
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By Diamondcookie8223
Isn't it lovely? <3
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
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