Damus

The souls in a land unseen. Forgotten by the world this place is said to be unclean, but it's where you'll find an honest struggle. An equal mind all believed to be unlovable. Where colors are worn and life is hard. Your friendships become your hands and arms. If one betrays you your life crumbles and tears apart but the colors worn sets you apart.

As long as you are born. Blood runs through the heart. No desire to hurt another. If you all equally fall apart. You guide each other. Fortifying each others bonds. Our life's stories create melodies in songs. You do this knowing Bloods united live long strong. You grow together letting faith hold you tight. Even when Blind the word leads you right. No Brothers get left behind. Your loyalty is what forever shines.

Brothers Lead Others Out of Darkness. Loyalty above love this moral stays first. A must when flags are tied upon trust. Such a connection makes it hard to understand, but each and every one of us are just trying to find a plan. Or a home to rest our head, but father is gone instead. Mentally there's no rest. When wars take place next door you clothe your heart in red.

You let that color shine for the ones that have passed and rest. You harness that pain and find yourself aiming next. Then friends die in your arms. Mentally you're a wreck. Can't cope with the stress in your head. Issues begin to build up. You look to let that pain out. Flashbacks then make it tough, but you have to get even. You know this life is rough. You begin watching the clock. Flashbacks of your friend bleeding. Opposite colors you start seeking. Anxiety hastens the breathing.

Anger starts to seethe then bodies start dropping. Eyes open wide, you learn as you grow cold inside. You turn deaf to the sounds surrounding as chaos creates unbound. The rhythm in your chest begins pounding. The ones who took your friends get found. You sneak out and travel around. Red rum silently sneaks into the night. The streets have been hot reeking of desires being sought.

You got word of being green lighted so you take them by surprise. Red dot on the enemy. Forty cals sing on the seat. Extended clips with hollow tips can't make another trip. If I miss then it gets deadly a game of which hand is most steady. Wand pointed in their direction. No room for hesitations. You've been trained, no doubt it takes good aim, but just line up the flames and metal rains.

By Sun rise their mom hears knocking so she opens the door. To see a picture of her son full of Bullet holes ripped up on the floor. What evil she wondered, but her son was abundant with evil in his core. He fell asleep full of shells. Hollow points through the neck bullets in the chest and he bled until no more. Went shopping then heard popping. No family visits until after the morgue.

Tell me now what you'd do to stop these many wars? Truces won't unwrap the souls dressed in red. Five in the heart until the final days. Plenty brothers will bang in my stead. These are the places that need your prayer or a home where they get fed. Here lies many lost children who have no one that will ever care. They continue to look at the stars. So they are reminded to 5hine if they fall apart. Searching for love anywhere or someone to hear their heart.

-Shalløw