Bitter Acceptance
A raging sun
A blood-red sea
No way to run
No chance to flee
A glowing force
Those piercing eyes
With no remorse
So sick of lies
Fires burn bright
Among the tears
Filled with light
Empty of fears
Drained of hope
Consumed with hate
Unable to cope
Prepared for fate
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