One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.


Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019

There is no hope that lies here It seems the desert beams with blood Tears instead of rain do flood Only the dark leers (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.

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