All Poems
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Witch's Curse
Burn o Burn, You shall, You suffer… Your towers light crimson and your people be tougher… Lights you see, will there be horizon The Demon that slept, tis you have arisen… Scorching be your bell... -
Incredible India
A nation so rich in it’s history and heritage, A nation so proud of it’s history and heritage, A nation ruled by kings of all kinds, From kind to cruel, From Greats to Incompetent, From Benevolent ...