The Land of the Living
In the land of the living, there are idles who tread on the lives of the impoverished
and sinners who sin to see the light of day
There are industries who sell and exploit the world for a profit
and girls with no choice but to exploit themselves
There are merchants who deal hallucinations to those who wish to feel anew
and dispensaries that offer spirits to burn the throats of those who will to forget
There are men with bloodlust who press knives into the hearts of good people
and women defiled, threatened with condemnation if they do not keep silent
There are souls who wreck their lives before the age of eighteen
and those who take them
in an attempt to evade the battle against their conscience.
In a land where fortune favors the rich and the rest are denied a voice
I do not like the land of the living
For it is here we all bleed
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Hiding place
Poésie"In this world of melancholy, we need to look out for the light. The light is all we need." {October 17, 2018} Encompasses a compilation of poetry in an unrefined form.
