So it begins....
I feel my heart as it bursts in my chest.
what a loving whore I am.
do i deserve my fate as a prisoner? a martyr of sorts....
as heartbroken fools lay on my floor.
oh yes, plenty more.
like a vast feild, they breach the flow of time.
and wrap me in all this insecurity
im no goddess, my existance is mundane.
i am but a blade of grass amongst many cattle
i will perish, not in vain though.
my corpse shall feed many in the rain that falls
may the children drink my heart and feel my thoughts
may withered elders taste my soul and wonder...
what happened
why does this world hurt us
filling us with toturous hate
in wonder they will cry out
" FOR FREEDOM! THIS WORLD IS TOO LATE!! "
forsaken we are.....
to this world remains hell,
honestly....... it may go quite well
wyckedvoices Community Member 
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