Echoes low and echoes high,
The crack of the whip across my back,
This evil one, no cruelty lacks.
Freedom, the state saught by all,
Fight for it or as a slave fall...
By: Reyan
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| This months competition is who can make the best poem(aproximently 7 lines would be good). The best idea is picked and that is the months winner! You may also submit more than 1 poem. For every poem submited you get 10 coins. | ||||||||||||||||
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| The evil warlord's wicked cry, Echoes low and echoes high, The crack of the whip across my back, This evil one, no cruelty lacks. Freedom, the state saught by all, Fight for it or as a slave fall... By: Reyan |
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