In a heart of storm surges, hate moves dark urges. With a soul of dark deeds, there only lives hate needs. Hate needs food to survive, feed it, there it will thrive.
Until lighting strikes hard, hate will not leave heart. It will grow really big, motivate the actions of a pig. Once ones turns pork, in comes more of the devils fork.
Lighting can strike in love forms, move a heart away from evil charms. In every storm of heart and soul, evil or love could unfold. Lighting may strike all, who knows which will fall.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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