The following piece was originally done by a friend who asked me to put my spin on it. The original piece nor it's owner will never be revealed.
Your army of scorn
Plunders my heart's village.
You burn down my temple of hope
You destroy my garden of the future
Trampling on petals of dreams, dreams of us
Every gunshot fired at me drowns out my screams
Screams of despair that will soon lose meaning.
Your face laughing at me in slow motion
While you rape...my body...my soul
Gifts I gave to you
That you...swore to protect
But when your storm of scorn is over
When your guns have no more bullets of pain to thunder my sky
And your belly is full from eating my body and my soul
In that silence...I will speak.
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