The day after #poetry
Bloodshed for all the wrong reasons.
Searching for signs of some kind of relief,
nobody knew where the answers were hidden.
and the masked suicidals didn't care for their sakes,
they just said that it was god-given,
die with your hands to his grace.
we couldn't see if an ending was near.
If you ask me now, where was the love?
I'd say it laid under a blanket of fear.
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