Prophecy Poem by Amber Jones

Amber Jones

Amber Jones

Saint John's Hospital, Springfield, Illinois

Prophecy



Nothing is what it appears

Dreams are pure
Don't let them slide
Nightmares come
Therefore you hide
There's no escape
Until you find
The key of thrill
And will it bind
This key is pure
There's no strait way
Freedom's a gift
So death must pay

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Amber Jones

Amber Jones

Saint John's Hospital, Springfield, Illinois
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