… said more than just one.

Don’t let pressure control you, Die with the passion to fight, You won’t ever start anew, And never again see light.

So many forced to do the unwanted by their past. When someone finds themselves washed upon a shore, do they bother to get up? There they lie eating sand and letting the salty water soak up their peachy skin. But those are only sum. Unlike the true placed, those have no strength. We will go down fighting and we don’t give up. Some will die and some will live. Most will be blinded … others controlled by their rage.

But when anger burns, Your blood is red, All these twists and turns, He’ll make sure we’re fed.

The wolves used to look to no one but themselves. Count no one but their own blood to appeal their survival. But soon things would get hasty and no one would notice. When an unbinding hate was coasted upon each other’s souls, was when the fire would start to spark into the air and when no one in this world would look to each other again.

Starting to hate them, Blood will glisten, Just like a small gem, Still … they won’t listen.

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