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Young Men Sent Off to War

A somber sight, these young men marching to war,
Forced at such a young age, to fight and leave their parents from their shore.
For many their fate remains the same, 
Dying before life's prime, or going insane.
All due to another man's orders,
They will lay in piles of mud and gore.
One man's greed is another man's grief,
Forced to fight and sacrifice at the whim of those powerful and rich,
Forced too young to understand the weight of what they do,
Forced to shed their blood over petty disputes.
Forced to carry the hopes and dreams of others,
But who is forced to carry theirs?
Those left to carry the weight of their sacrifices,
So many will lay to rest in tears.
And the world will not care or stop,
All because of others' lust for power.
And so the young men march to war,
But with each march, a mother weeps.
A father must send his son to die,
Forced into the hands of evil he cannot deny.
And every mother hopes and prays,
Her son will survive another day.
Forced to sacrifice for another's greed,
The young men sacrifice what they cannot afford.

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Summer Days

The sun will set
And the rain will fall
The clouds may come
And the wind will call
But through the fog
And through the storm
A bright new day
Will begin to form
The sun will rise 
In summer days
The rain has come
But never stays

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I am Hope

I am hope.  
I bear the marks of struggle.  
I carry the weight of bruises.  
I am hope.  
I have faced powerful blows  
and been dragged through the dirt.  
I am hope.  
You may think I have fallen,  
but I am still standing.  
I am hope.  
I am not elegant.  
I am not flawless.  
I have fought fiercely and endured pain.  
I am Hope.

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Incantation

Mockingbird, your twisted song
Of love, and dance, and mirth
Tinge my scarlet heart with white
And give my soul rebirth 
Rest my mind with naive dreams
Give me once a cotton bed
Tell me of my unlit means
And rob me of my dread.
Once your song has finished fast
Leave me on mine own.
Give me hope of death at last.
And so my fate be sewn.

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A Monster's Final Moments

The embers of my bitter revenge burn low, 
and I'm left with lingering anger and disappointment.
Their hatred for me doesn't approach
the profound self-loathing that plagues my existence.
In a final, desperate plea, I raise my gaze skyward.
Even though I have been shown little compassion in my life, 
I implore the divine power of God,
a figure known for his mercy.
If the gates of Heaven are closed to me,
where then do I go when I step off this cliff? 
Does my damnation await me?
The decision is made.
I shall surrender to the flames that burn within
and embrace the infernal fires of Hell, 
where warmth awaits to thaw my numb heart 
and eternal damnation grants me respite
from this world's relentless torments.
I leap.
This is my choice, my final act of defiance
against a world that rejected me from the moment of my creation.
Just as swiftly as life had been bestowed upon me,
it was snatched away, like a candle flickering briefly 
before being extinguished forever.

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Sadness

Oh, all the sad thoughts that enter my head.
 I drown in my own tears and sin.
To feel the nostalgia of not that has past
But of things that might have been.
To wonder and stew and mutter and pace
And to know that it is no good.
And that I must sit here, my hands in my lap
And act as a good child should.

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Through the Brush

Twisting vines and bending branches
Intertwine and wrap around
Hiding lost, forgotten treasures,
Encasing all that's near the ground
Past the viridescent greenery
Creeping twigs that reach and claw,
All that exists will flee as you run
Stuck amid the brush’s maw

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Cry No More

Cry no more, dear mockingbird
Please cry no more for me
For I must leave you, dear mockingbird
And briskly take my leave
I know you will miss me, dear mockingbird
And I will miss you too
But shed no tears, dear mockingbird
For I have a home beside you.

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The Smell of Burning Socks

It fell too fast.
What could they do?
It crumbled the walls.
Where could they hide?
They look up and see the gaze
of this spiraling eye with death inside.
Now all that’s left is a broken chair
never to see how it tilts and rocks.
A far memory of the lives we had
And the faint smell of burning socks.

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Does it Hurt?

Does it hurt
to live in regret?
Of the moments that passed
that will never come back. 
Of the people that left
that you will never see.
Does it hurt?
To look at those around you
and know that life doesn't love you
and you have to live in spite of that.