Damnation
Life, it’s beautiful,
But what’s beauty worth, when it’s been stripped of it's innocence?
We were sworn to silence, and so our silence will not be broken,
but there are those who feel the need to speak what was asked of us to never be spoken,
We’ve walked these streets everyday -we have to,
Dreams now filled with violence and hate, of past hurts,
And past rapes, I hear the screams echo against my skin,
my flesh cools,
As across my vision blood pools, immobilizing me with
Scenes of war; ancient blood feuds,
Where the earth wasn't safe for Satan himself,
Where all were damned, where humanity fell........
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