We may have entered here as five
But only one shall leave alive.
Blood and betrayal
thick in the air
Sink in knives and sky so drear
No god knows who will- so soon strike
Soon to cut end another life
As we struggle, hunt and fight-
In vain, in desperation to survive
They stare and laugh, merciless
our suffering groans
Because religious or not
we have always been alone
Here we will stand-
Heartless forevermore
Only ever seeing flaws
We will never win
As individuals
But we can stand
Not one-but one people

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Wild Fire
PoetryNo more hope No more desire Close on all doors And wait for wild fire