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Weary.......

Wretched and weary ,a song in the souls of the sick,
Burnt and bruised,a cry in the chants of the charred,
Violated and viced,a Wail in the wants of the weak.

Its a world of the strong and the febble,
All to live like the birds in the air and the fishes of the sea
Torn by the worlds of the same universe yet to live by the air beggoten of no toil.

Its a jungle,alright
We drop our prides and walk alone,
Our packs see us shatter in the breeze meant to raise mane crown to its glory,
We drown in the blood to our thirst,
Cut off from breath of life, its tomorow's we wunt reign supreme.

Make a curious mind understand;
Is opinion butter to the healthy in castles,
And to the crying,bone stripped off the last of flesh?

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