They spill their blood on you
Like a white rose stained in crimson
Taking what does not speak and breaking those who flew
Burning their mark on your skin thoughts turned to extinction
Your children are few
Tears of madness boils in a prison
Like a defiant warrior, you fight back as if on cue
They flee like scared rats screaming treason
If only the warning was heeded lending an ear was due
A life in paradise would be a vision
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Poems of the soul
PoesíaThe Freedom Awards 3rd Place!! There are different thoughts swimming in my head that can be hard to voice. I find writing them in a fluent form helps my inner soul.
