Have a sight on the
Waving spears;
The mouth can never overt
without money.
When we take a step
We tread on blood
The strand gush blood;
Headshot has been our
daily game.
We drink blood;
We consume flesh:
We like ants
we are trodden day and night
No one hears when we cry.
The unite that was made
By God in the garden of Eden
Has dissever to millions of genders
We drink our very own blood
We know no one
We all pull towards own thoughts.
C: MELUCYTHEPOET...
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