It's not their fault.
Red droplets dripping
Clear water like liquid gushing
Tearing the fresh flesh
As tears of sorrow flow fresh
Shouts and muffled scream
In a dark cursed realm
Victims are misunderstood
As they seek justice in the neighborhood
Nemesis isn't fair afterall
Violators roam overall
You couldn't save the victim
Unless you help avenge them.
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Our Untold Story
PoetryThis is our story, Our Untold Story. This book is a bit messy since this is my very first poetry book.
