I am so scared,
what do I do with this?
the child of the earth
found his place in your broken cement
divine intervention looking past today
what's ahead for tomorrow?
21 guns, in your place? hollow screaming in the line of decay...
machines apathetic to your twisting, blistering ways...
the mother heart dances abroad for her pup
21 guns rolling away
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word bank:
divine, machines, mother, decay, broken, heart, dance, past, child, away
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ouch, this has a rather brutal heartfelt feel to it. Does that make sense? Maybe not but I do like the flow and feeling from this write.




