Shackled to a lie;
Cannot fly without a sky,
Cannot dry without a cry
Or even try without a WHY.
Drown and choking while breathing;
The wounds are still bleeding,
The deep red stains are still leading…………………..
A flood for a different circus;
Another killer without a purpose,
Slowly becoming a carcass,
Left in the Artic.
Shackled, drowned and seen as a fool,
Nobody sees it as cruel
They just continue proving the tool,
Still shackled to a lie without rule.
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