Survivor Of The Battlefield

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People can be cruel

The only specy on earth that can truly hate

    But also the only people

    Who can love as much as we do

    And we should be lucky for that

    'Cause if people could only hate

There would be much more lying

In the pitch holes of evil smoke

     There would be more angels

     gaged to insecureness

Earth would be a death living hell

     Were angels weren't able to breath

     Because of the evil being trashed in smoke

     Rising from the hell through the ground

The words would stop leaving people mouth

     But they would still be left in the smoke

     That would whisper against you heart

     Blowing on the fragile part of yourself

                                  Wanting you to break down