Fear a retribution rising
Paints the sky a violent red
Catalyst of descending lies
The broken steed, a horse instead
A mountain's cries, in shades of blue
The winner's fault, impending doom
The villain of our peace inside
Links closely with ones own demise
A loser weeps upon the gain
Immoral wars will end the same
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Logan Stanislaw
AUDHD, Non-binary, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good.
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