Be Aware
Warnings washed to the walls, i am the guilty - By the sin, by my call, I will never blame - This world at war, rape with murder, i never played the game - The cage of care, i bridged the gap in the gate - I blew away the touch of love to accept hate - The clock which strikes my tick, the burn which flames at the end of a wick - Blind to the moth is my snare, Be more to care to see to feel aware
poem by Unic Cjonr
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