Shades of a Faded Red
Did time betray the one weilding the sickle or was it the drones in the sky?
Were the hammers not forged to fight bullets
Were my bullets not the same as the one that tore through me?
You who were garbed in rich silk
Did you trample on the hands that reached for the skies.
You who quoted my verses in strife
Did you not raise a finger and let the blooming petals die.
You who caved in, did you not love me to let me go by?
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