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Civelwar

Love is the hardest thing to understand,
if not shown how.

So who can help this little boy, in this civilwar.
Like a shark they bite, through the hearth of a child.
Like a woodpecker they chop, til his skin turns blue.
The voice who got sheared, by the people to trust.
The mirror screams repeatable times.
A thousand cracks to hold, can’t carry them all.


That bull who puts a mark on you.
With a vision of a hawk, he spots victims from distance.
The tiny dog, who they leash and dress in cloths.
The lion without a roar,
the rhino without a horn.
Deep down in the ocean,
the darkness surrounds the fish.
The lost ant who searched for home,
in a world to big to find.


The destructive, desperate addict who lost all control.
The addict says no more, ends up on first floor.
He cries a river, til he floats with it.
He holds his breath towards the waterfall.
On the way down, with a weight of a stone.
He wasent able to swim ashore.


In a blink of an eye, slow motion heart attacks.
Speechless and no answers given.
Blunted eyes, so close to nothing.
Memories glued like a spider's net.
Suffer will stay, pain will remain.
Loved ones who died inside,
still tries to make it out alive.




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Publicerad 2017-12-10 06:41



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