We emerged, outliers all, from a cold embrace
In silence we dragged ourselves, forlorn, and numb
To our common humanity, through sweat and ire, we face
our newfound fears, and to this hellish nightmare we succumb
He separated us, friend and foe
And sauntering, told us who was boss
The tyrant’s eyes fell, his men all there in tow
Knowing none could take another loss
The leader rose, violence his breath
And surplus ignorance his name
His echoed orders meaning life or death
Begs and shouts for forgiveness, forgotten all the same
His dragons, demons leapt at one of my own
Not a brother, but still a trusted friend no less
I looked into his eyes, and hell, they shown
The horror I had seen in all the rest
With my last breath I couldn’t help but hear
His cries and yells among all this obscene
Filth and smut from the republic of fear
and imagine him thrown away, sight unseen.
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