red
And the roses as red
as the tears
of bloodshed
no longer held
the beauty
I'd seen.
Like the home that was mine
would no longer be,
now that I'd found
a new family.
The one they destroyed
- without fear,
without pause -
on a whimsical turn
to support vicious cause...
I'll settle no more
with these fiends at the door
Friends, one and all
before this
People's
fall.

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Conflicteddreamer   Conflicteddreamer wrote
on 10/20/2012 11:18:17 AM
Great imagery you fed me.

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Wrote this a bit ago during a dull school hour, when a certain qoute was bouncing through my head: "I am only afraid of my enemy's face when I see how closely it resembles mine." Comments encouraged :)
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