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On a bed of snow you would leave me to die
With my heart still bleeding
You would spill a lambs blood
In front of a Mother still grieving
We are but cattle living behind barbed wires
With a sky that rains thorns
Dancing to gunfire’s
You would tear me to pieces
And spurn my own name
Destroy your own creatures
With furry and disdain
Prey against prey
Until we are only left with destruction
It appears to man that death is seduction

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  1. I really love the way you so creatively express these critical topics.
    The way you breathe poetic life into them is very inspiring.
    I just got back into writing here & there not too long ago.
    Its pieces like these that inspire me to reach back to the level of creativity in expression I was once at.
    Thank you for sharing your talent with us.

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