Run, it's not safe here, in this world of dead emotion,
elevated from the grave, your soul is recapping this awful notion,
in the challenge of the flame, your guns will push the sorrow,
forefathers that we lost, will surely rise tomorrow.
Entangled in this web made of blood, please let me out of here,
A love so complicated, yet it also brings forward fear,
This is war, war of the heart, war with the guns,
You'll bring forth the power that your body would shun.
The flame of the beast, the heart of the knowing,
The soul of the angel, the web of the crowing.
[This is a segment of my poem. It's really long to type out and post.]
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