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The world has become numb

The human forms which roam here no more ooze blood
Intense exasperation  evaporates from the blood-red sea
Trepidation sometimes shakes the land…
Love no more lives here.

Hallucination is what I see everyday..
No dream to share
The skeleton in my eyes asks itself
“Why are you alive and dare to stare”

I fail to retort upon this sincere audacity
The fire in me is pale and cold
I need some hope to brighten the light
I must stand for what is right.

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