Crimson red and blood orange
Crumbling in the hands of all those who sought it
With collapsed breaths
And shaky steps
Going in out in out
The broken minds and shattered dreams of those
Who were maddened by freedom
A freedom they so desperately craved but knew
They would never receive
They are locked in cages
Savage animals
Waging wars on those undeserving
The bone will be clean once they are washed
But the torso will remain black and blue
And the memories you try to neglect come in waves to you
Like an ocean of torture
Each tide bringing about a new stab
Destroying everything it can swallow up
Mounds of bodies
And children
And minds
Which will never again have a chance to breath
In and out
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