day 171 . voiceless

absorbing sweet lies like a perched mouth embraces the devil’s nectar turning the blind eye to minuscule 

yet necessary evils for promises that say this will pave 

a path to the collective good and dignity letting pragmatism 

lure our souls into participating in the slaughter of innocence 

then one day we wake up in the world that cares not for our be 

cares not for our voice suddenly realizing that our destiny 

of becoming a silent listener and paticipator in destruction 

of life destruction of souls annihalation of hearts is finally fulfilled

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