Sunshine Poem by poem whore

Sunshine



I am the bringer of death
and I destroyer of life
crushing conceret with
the flick of my i

on this key-board silly
why would you ask why
birds fly in the sky
go ahead and think
it over twice
come up with something
that will unblock the mind
going paste of what has been
to a world open free of sin

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