Well, nthing much of me.
I'm nobody and yet still working to be smebody, at least for smeone I loved...
I worked on these poem only to express my 'sick' and rebelled heart, nothing more..
but I guess, God influenced me with more doze than everyone did, hmpft, thanks Lord... more »
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Comments about Armando Pribadi
More traces of bloods leaving the battleground,
though, the rage of powers quelling over the land,
blessing those who have the will to kill each,
thirsts of power seems to be an inevitably reach,
like a voyage to a grandeur skies, skies where hopes scorched.
Thousand arms rise to the calls,
off to a hand of injustice bells,
being puppets of heedless conqueror,
for sakes and loves they’d never favored,
for a dream of vanquished treaty.
Sons of humans lying soulless beneath barren rainbow,
a rainbow they wanted to see above the fog of wars, ...