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Piercing black arrow of love.
Tool of society.
The day you think all is well the savage archers of common
people load their bows with the poison arrows of hate.
You feel it Perice your flesh down past your heart to your soul.
The continual pain of a dagger stabbing you so forceful it brings you
to you knees as bloody tears of hope and love steam from your
eyes like a raging water fall.
Crying to the havens with the voice of a scared timid child.
Why did you give me paradise then rip it away.
All the while the savage archers of hate sit with the smile of a
mindless drone strong upon their faces.
Blissfully happy with the unruly ending of their cruel endeavors.
Not feeling the icy hand of emptiness drawing the breath from
every inch or your body.
Forsaking you to forever be spiraling to the bottomless pit of
unknown pain.
To forever be entangled in this twisted web of vitality.
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