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What Wednesday See
You open your eyes and everything has burnt, what used to be Rose's became black dust with a generic smell to it.

The land burns and the soil turns red, you see blood; a pool of sin.

Come bathe with me you ask, they all see you in madness, their eyes shriek in sight of you. A demon, one that only wish sufferings on those poor damned souls.

They drag their feet with effort, each step becomes a burden and heavy, like a parade of wildebeest mending the land to their liking.

(This is how they see you)

You Wednesday, what you see are their decorated smiles but not the face underneath they so carefully hide.

Their land is green and rich and the roses of cherry red have life. You see the red sun that is no longer asleep but welcoming and the moon frowns because she is jealous of such.

You Wednesday, sees life in its sweet melancholous way , but they see you as darkness wanting corrupt their minds. Little do they know they do all that themselves already.
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