Dusk desolate desert, abandoned by the God who always swore to protect us. "You're safe here" she said, as millions of bodies dropped to the sand, their blood seeping into the dry land as their friends go down swinging. Last night they dremant of real arms around them, and now they lie on the cold ground, hoping she comes to rescue them, but knowing she never will. The sound of gun fire and shouting could never get old. Trenches of sweat and tired men, waiting for their queen to save them. Salvation is something we take for granted, until we no longer will be able to crawl our ways into tomorrow. We hold onto hope and the strangers we go down with. Can anybody hear me? I miss the old days, where life was a cycle of misery, but I was ready for it.
written 7/13/24
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