They once came with all they’ve got…
Shooting at you , hoping you’d bleed to death
They came with their sharp sizzers, cutting you up, hoping the scars would remain fresh
They came like wrecking balls, hoping to crash you.
They all came with their sharp knifes stabbing at your back, hoping you’d fall down
They came throwing rocks at you, hoping you’d hide
They came with their fire, hoping you’d burn to ashes
They came with their ropes, tying you up ,hoping you’d never be free
They came to feed you with their poison hoping you’d become toxic.
They’ve ridiculed you, mocked you and laughed at your struggle .Your failure brightens their day.
Your cry is their laughter
Your sadness is their happiness
Your struggle is their fortune
Your pain is their peace and your peace is their pain.
They exist not only for them but to pull you…
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