The woods are wet
with the piss of revolution
everyone lost in their
anger lead mazes,
only see the dark in this
raging fire.
Shall I leave this world
for another
or
stay put my friend?
I run and trip.
'Help' they yell
and I see a spark
in the drenched woods;
soon they burn
in bloodied innocence.
But,
there is a man I see
the man with the spark
whose life's stained
with a million others
and I know
you know
it's me.
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