Red paint scrawled across the sky.

A tainted world of
false prophecies,
and lifeless
atrocities, crawling
along at a snails pace,
picking the fights
running along in
the cloned mans
Race.
Everyone looks nobody sees,
hateful glances that have the
Power to freeze, as the army of indifference
bring the free
to their
knees.

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