One slash, two slash, three slash, four,
It all began on deception.
Chain to chain a soul for chore,
Oppressors don’t face reflection.
Riddled descendants broken,
Upon heirs living lavishly.
Waiting to maim what’s spoken,
Others love and lust savagely.
And we can shame of such past,
Hoping it won’t be our future.
to hate waiting to burn last,
Peace called needle missing suture.
These are the broken, the torn,
Ever aching black with scorn…
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
One slash, two slash, three slash, four,
It all began on deception.
Chain to chain a soul for chore,
Oppressors don’t face reflection.
Riddled descendants broken,
Upon heirs living lavishly.
Waiting to maim what’s spoken,
Others love and lust savagely.
And we can shame of such past,
Hoping it won’t be our future.
to hate waiting to burn last,
Peace called needle missing suture.
These are the broken, the torn,
Ever aching black with scorn…
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