Revolution
He was
tired
of this
ridiculous
game
an outsider
blending in
with shadows
of people
like a
shifting
constant
flame
one became all
all of one mind
now they must
find the serpent king
before
it consumes
the flames of revolution
Copyright © Joey Unknown | Year Posted 2022
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