williegonnawonkya

Dust clouds fill the streets.Screams fill the once calm air.People run for their lives.Loved ones gone missing.Many wounded.Most of them lay dead.Hands waving for help.Life crumbling,brick by brick.Th

Pirate, cyclopes.That's what they called me.Some of them still do.Clumsy ole hurt then,hurts now.If it happened to you,you'd be hurt too.You can't change how you were born,but you can change ...