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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Life is an art. You are a masterpiece.
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Synopsis
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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