Old friends lost,
Dirt thrown in my eye,
How could one survive?
Falling when hoping,
Being hated when loving them,
Walking in the mud!
Rituals of disgrace,
How could I like them?
Rituals of their insanity...
Dancing savagely,
Those mindless creatures,
Forgot about what makes us humans…
Nothing but beasts,
I tell you,
Nothing but beasts,
Ready to cut open a brother,
If their own dreams will be fulfilled,
And they spit in my face,
For being different, for not
Obeying the rules they’ve made!
Old friends they were,
Dirt thrown in my eye,
How could anyone survive?
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Elya Thorn
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