when the sun goes down and the night shows a tranguillety
no darkness can ever match, your soul will touch on all the
the bad apples you ever met
the ones that launched an all out assoult on whom you were
and what you did represent, they didn't anticipate you saw
them coming from miles away
turning their point of entry into your soul around faster than
the blink of an eye, leaving them bewildered and mentally
burned down to the ground
now watching from afar wondering what happened and made
them lose to one of whom they thought could never win but destroyed
in seconds their excistence of whom they were and now are
(c) JR. 2025
