ill bleed ice until my palms freeze from the wrath of the unwilling, of the unjust, Our rights are only the wind, the earth, the trees.
When the last drop of my ink lay on the soil i was thought on, i shall be forever and never.
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ill bleed ice until my palms freeze from the wrath of the unwilling, of the unjust, Our rights are only the wind, the earth, the trees.
When the last drop of my ink lay on the soil i was thought on, i shall be forever and never.
Nice!! Would be better if you made it look a little prettyier maybe if you put it into a stanza?
