Running through the corn fields I dreamt My freedom unsnatched and im wild My locks untangled and my spirit unfolds My body in whole is reconciled My hands flying waving down the planes For they have faced victory and seized its title They release a magical potion that sprays Its drips are stinging but fairly mild Running through the corn fields I dreamt This darkened hour has chimed into reality I saw the unforgivable as a helpless baby Was thrown in the air. Flying peacefully His hands so small as they glistened in the light His smile danced and ride the suns rays His eyes shining like sapphires untouched by man Then a splatter of blood spread upon his face It still haunts me today as I lay in a bed of sweat A baby thrown against its mercy and shot As a flying plane shielded in American camouflage Spraying lethal viruses at their enemies sought Running through the corn fields I dreamt My freedom no longer a prospect that I hold on to My tears mixed into the blood puddles, which I run on But my cries have no answers beckoning, My time on earth is almost through It’s the beginning of the end yall.
Reason for writing:
face it you guys.... were going to be going through a major war..and i just found out that these terrorists have planes which they plan to fly across places and spread diseases like small pox.. it only takes a few people to get infected until its over... this is just gossip... so dont panic because it might not happen.. but be prepared
Birth sign: Virgo
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