Decrepit hands grasp with a frigid touch.
Blood covered nails splinter, franticly
clawing at concrete walls; fighting
to escape this self induced
delusion. Kidnapped by
man's laws; branded
insane, marked a
lost cause and
left to
rot.
.
.
.
Invisible ink scrawled out on magic
parchment defining society's
norm and alienating others.
Decomposing of dreams,
separating nations,
killing ideals
of harmony
for all of
human
kind.

The best of luck to you in the contest.



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