Arete (arete) wrote,

Build a fire
Burn it high
Unto the sky
Let the ashes fill the air
These men who are not men
Do not care
They see our faces and our souls
And think they only see numbers
For some, our screams haunt their nights
Others sleep as babes

Why does it not end?

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