Numb as a winter's night
Clutching to her wings
Don't try to escape
For the world has lost the key
Evil can consume the best of us
Four rivers bare
All you are is empty
A sinful kind of rare
Don't betray the ones who hold you
Closer than themselves
Deadly times await you
Why even call for help
Plotting against us is cutting you deep
Not trusting in family is making you weak
Always and forever
Can be a thousand years
But what is forever,
If they only bring you tears
© 2017 SJ
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War in New Orleans
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