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After the past
The screams of them swirled nowhere
And the blood spilt down not so fair
Those faces, so red
Out of air and detrimental truths
Do dig out their wounds from depths
Not the seeds they earned from the perplex
The land they sowed and reaped for years
For the wild succulents around them
The succulents that didn't flower
But sprouted the thorns of odd
Those thorns now, so long
Pricking the hands and hearts that poured
They are bleeding, drying, exhausting
Sacrificing, every filament they earned
The pollens of sorrow so old and pale
Flew off with the cascade of sin
Swaying swiftly by their dreams
© aLINE
And the blood spilt down not so fair
Those faces, so red
Out of air and detrimental truths
Do dig out their wounds from depths
Not the seeds they earned from the perplex
The land they sowed and reaped for years
For the wild succulents around them
The succulents that didn't flower
But sprouted the thorns of odd
Those thorns now, so long
Pricking the hands and hearts that poured
They are bleeding, drying, exhausting
Sacrificing, every filament they earned
The pollens of sorrow so old and pale
Flew off with the cascade of sin
Swaying swiftly by their dreams
© aLINE
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