The Journey
Open Flesh
the air is spoiled
Rotting corpse
into the morning
Mother sighs
Through the night
The strong move
with the blessing
of the sunrise,
Over the horizon
Another day awaits
Into the journey of life
Knowing no fate,
Every ounce of will
To survive,
Onto the journey
Of a new life..
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