The blood never dries.
Hope burn eternal.
Watch the bullets fly
burying the vernal.
War inside the head manifests on the field
Rich getting fatter behind their human shields.
One's freedom is the other's grave.
I'd rather see us all as ALL minus the knave.
I was sanguine in youth, I was brave.
The world bore a cynic who's been led astray.
The blood never dries. The wounds never heal.
Justice is not color blind beneath the broken wheel.
The broken heart, the coffin's sealed.
Humanity's not lost. It was never really there.
The blood doesn't dry. Time won't repair.
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