Cold and defenseless
Just like the wind on a winter night,
Breathless and senseless,
Still fighting on; personal right.
Witness the self-created slaughterhouse,
Still remember the cold demeanor of the butchers;
Wooden house became a madhouse,
Emotions and feelings were already written in the scriptures.
Pain, brought justice to no one,
Only indecisions and a lot of decisions to make.
Indeed, the sins of the father fell on the son,
Those were not transgressions of the snake.
Reasons could not conquer,
They just were left unprotected.
“Divide and conquer”
That was……. and is the motto…….everything is going as expected
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