The Children of Outcast
Description
We knew we were different. I knew we were different. The whole world did not know we were different. Humans don't have a clue that we even exist. But those who do..... know much more than they should.
Here I lay, in my cold, empty bed
thinking about the things "he" said,
thoughts of colors and flowers have gone away into the night
with swirls of black surrounding the insides on this deep, blue night
Not one person sees the pain
inflincted in our very veins
How sad the story-maker must have been
to control those souls who are tainted in green
In the end it dosent matter for,
time is running out
for this play must come to an end one day
afterall, it is just a game.
Foreword
hello guys, this is a mixture of a lot of things that we love. Eventually you will figure them out. Enjoy!!!
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