My Lands, by George Chow
Only the black Gem can behold the power of my lands.
Yet so far there are none can be reconized the true black
Gem to control the lands.
Since the black never shows the true value of its own
Then the question how can I save my land to find the black
Gem, flows in the wind.
And every night, the land power by the fake dream,
But the dream is behold to a reget man keep looking at the
last black night of the world out of towns and city.
Beholding the black Gem for a king willing to pay the
of a full moon light shine to cure the eyes of the man,
too see the glowing light by the moon again without dark
black nights forever.
But the bliness evil is trying to steal the Gem too.
|Posted: 2015-06-25 04:31:21 UTC|
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