All Those Poem by Brenos Spider

All Those



So bored so tired
Can't think of anything do to in this shire
I'm sick of all those who are admired
Can't escape from this fire

Hope comes in and takes its place
Covering up the actions of a liar
Reveling in his great atire
Having fun with everyone in the fire

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