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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Wrote a while ago and stumbled across it while looking through some work files and thought I would upload it

Submitted: March 09, 2012

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Submitted: March 09, 2012






Skys so blue, yet so cold
Unable to break the twisted mould
The eye of the storm
Cracking, curdling, relentlessly at the innocent
Twisting away from the tyrants ungrateful hold
She cries...
Losing the instinct, the drive
In warm caves they thrive
their daylight savings holds true
When one small insubstantial upturn arises
clashes of the titans...and it is fight to survive
From sticks and stones to glocks and phones
they've got murder drilled into their bones
Depicted that way in such holy word of God
The natural causes, the animal's rage
Shows now and is no longer bound to its' cage

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