his silent scream
mere words would minimize
the demise i devise
the fire
the passion
the silent corruption
bounded
surrounded
repressed
opressed
in a realm of imperfections
i dream of justice
but
mere words would minimize
the demise i devise
the fire
the passion
the uncontrolable erruption
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