It's Over My Land

[Eremetic]

Around my head a cold wind blows,
Branches creak and groan upon the pine.
Birds cling to their nests,
For exposure beckons death
At Winter’s bony hands.
This is the land in which I drew first breath –
A cold and unforgiving place, but mine;
And should my self be lost to time,
No memory of my battles, lost or won,
No record of the thoughts once in my mind,
The land lives on.

 

[THE TRUE DIGLET]

did not read
your poem grows like mold
my bbc is strong and bold
my rap is based and cold
now die in the cuck stronghold

 

[SoycuckGodOfReddit]

nice poem, but

did you know that

the essence of blackpilling is the inculcation of a feeling of hopelessness and despair in the audience by presenting a negative depiction of the present state of the world and the prospects for the future.

 

[Emba]

Landless peasants me

 

[Friezacel]

Not a single word

 

[LeonTheSilent]

Around my head a cold wind blows,
Branches creak and groan upon the pine.
Birds cling to their nests,
For exposure beckons death
At Winter’s bony hands.
This is the land in which I drew first breath –
A cold and unforgiving place, but mine;
And should my self be lost to time,
No memory of my battles, lost or won,
No record of the thoughts once in my mind,
The land lives on.

Vinland Saga vibes.
Liked how smooth if feels to read. The presence of cold forgottenness is a relief.