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don’t look out the window don’t open the door your path has become hollow it spreads more and more as you sit…no where to go as you pray…jail is your home you try to be brave by being alone, you are your own slave your bloodline is low you are punished for what you’ve made you have become the plague you realise that you’re afraid your heart cries but there is no use anymore your body has died your body has surrendered to a life of war you begin to realise...there is no cure your parents have left your siblings have died you pray to be rescued but no one has arrived as you sit there realising what you have become peace has lost, and war has won you sit there sprawled against the wall lumps lay on you in your dreams you fall the horror of knowing the horror of death you are a child punished by mortals breath the plague will never end yet your spirit will never die your body is dead and all you can do is cry your desire has not been fed amongst the floor, you lie
