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From my friends Crimson Dead
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Pariah
crumpled in a corner
his parched throat shrills
diseased and lethargic
knighted in misery
when time stops
apathy doesn’t.
how could you feel?
the turn his stomach takes
when a sad cry becomes a prayer
and an oath becomes a stake
stepping in to become the hero
you’re out of place
kicked and slapped
beaten and ragged
spit we will
unlike on animals, still
one man’s caste
another man’s pin cushion
bruises will shed blood
weakness will bring death
strength will fail
souls will wail
right - in their eyes
tears in his.
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