"Troubled lands"
What's done can't be undone, I'm not the chosen one.
A seed that should've never been conceived; brought forth
unto this world of evil deeds.
An embryo fed upon violence; dormant in a world of silence.
Alcohol and fears -- A Mother's womb amiss, infinite salty
tears; an embryo saved by an Angel's kiss.
Expanding brain in a world so insane; quite inane, surely
a son of Cain -- yet I walk without shame. No cares for a
bloody tomorrow, while trapped in a world of cold pain
and sorrow.
A human-god they say can save me from a cold, indifferent
grave -- But tell me, what is there to really save?
Bloody dreams -- Dying screams, bloodied hands, all
across these god-forsaken troubled lands.
David "SFX" Bauguess
2022 jul 11
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