History in a shelf
Roars of dark shadows covered through the dusty iron blocks, raining down in tunes on the souls of the districts. The spot of a thousand bleeds and blood stood man made animals, humans set to engage and hunt for their life that isn't theirs.
Her cold hands felt fear. Submerged in a train of countless hours chase. Hidden in a vault where love breathed chaos, life whispered anger, help saw no windows. Left in the midst of desperation where survival is born from a shed.
Would you rather be killed?
Bodies rattled on thin air like wind, back to the soil.
Wars made enemies and their children armours of activities.
Bondage in anguish, captivity in light.
Every new day brings nothing but hopelessness.
Offsprings caught even before they were birthed, drew the edges of the spikes and bikes of those whooping snakes screwed into their system as venoms, choked on the spot.
No mercy!
Ignorance brought no mercy!
But again, to survive is by flash not by stakes. Every cards are allowed until caught.
Would you call grey bad even if
she fought to live?
Would you echo snow a traitor because he sailed the skateboard without wheels?
Show me one single outstanding in the capital and I'll make a cheer.
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