Blazed These violent days make violence a craze, When rage would rinse our hearts dry and fire festered within our lungs. Childhoods blazed to ashes And dusk wakens darkness. Where weary eyes weep, And distasteful dreams do creep Like lions in the bushes, As children lay in slumber.
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