You are the poems start

You are the victim of the forgotten promise

You are pluto gazing into the eternal nubulas of space

You are the fear of the devil in the victims last breath

You are the crimson red poppy that lays in the barricaded field of dead

You are the difference between the Antartica and the desert What you are

You are Sunday the last day of our beloved freedom

You are the blue whale fasing the tip of the deadly harpoon as it gets closer and closer

You are the sunshine reflecting of the girls tears

You are the sour taste of the sour taste of the apple on the tip of snow whites tounge

You are the silent but deadly earthquakes of Tonga

You are the sour taste of milk but sweet like honey

You are the end