Hiding
Hiding.
Terrified.
Afraid.
Forever.
Their shadows in your dreams,
People began to scream,
Your blood runs cold.
The young, the old,
All shipped away,
Some left to decay.
The putrid smell of blood,
All caused by Hatred.
Gruesome details,
Forever burned into the inner-eye.
Then you awake,
To discover it has happened.
Some say,
It is behind us
I say our past,
Creates our present.
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