Alive
ALIVE
An un injuries never die, they have to try
Becoming alive, they are in death of mind
They see blood, shading their white clothes
They call help, imputing haphazardly cry
It is the ego trip, selfishness.
Stand like a tree,
Walk like earthquake,
You have no one from your own
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