Too Drunk

Drunk on the power He never noticed The destruction left Or the flinch of the people He was so-called protecting -Kel Dayheart

Autumn

The orange of the pumpkin field Can be seen for acres See the age old traditions And the just started In tiny joyous faces As they seek the best Of the field to bring home -Kel Dayheart

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