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Broken Paradise

The world is broken, So Am I, Bleeding grief , Through cracks of Mosaic. It wasn't aliens, Who plunged the sword, Scouring the substrates, To excavate their rewards , The were my own, Love and bones, Who I could not bear anymore , So I close my eyes close. But the pain still lingers, From surface to soil, So should I dread the grudge , And agitate the turmoil? Or Should I lay, As calmless as I? Or Should I bleed, Till the cold death clutches My soul? As I watch them meet their fate, As they destroy a shelter of their own.

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