Thoughts distant beating of wings as refugees, prisoners of lives
distant prey and victims
this time.
Temple lost eyes, and shuffled away,
hearts ready to suffer before a pain.
broken lives away from battles,
and there was a gun pointed at my head that says, here
death knocking at the door, speaking of men
heroes in battle,
who have lost their lives shouting at the sky that
sometimes teaches us to pray.
distant prey and victims
this time.
Temple lost eyes, and shuffled away,
hearts ready to suffer before a pain.
broken lives away from battles,
and there was a gun pointed at my head that says, here
death knocking at the door, speaking of men
heroes in battle,
who have lost their lives shouting at the sky that
sometimes teaches us to pray.
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