poem.

[lighties]

Maybe it was meant to be
The killings and slaughterings
Slashing enlessly
'til even the darkness was stained.

Maybe it was meant to be
The heat that devours the land,
Grinding life to a halt
And melting all in its path.

Maybe it was meant to be,
These chance encounters.
Sooner or later, like fate,
Things would come to pass.

Or maybe
just maybe
it was not meant to be.

What then?

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Urgh, too much Look Both Ways. But, happy birthday Steph. (: