My brothers lay face down among the blood and the mudd as we sacrifice our lives for someone else's lies. They try and justify their cause with misdirection and misinformation that keeps us blind to the real truth, to corruption that fuels their world as we grow tired with frustration. We consume the fumes that feed their greed as we lay down and bleed.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
