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On the floor
Lies a boy
Slowly dieing out
Like the stars above.
Lips move wordlessly
In a silent prayer
To a god
Who has never answered.
A casualty,
Brought on by greed,
Protecting what they saw
As the most precious things on Earth.
Lips still silently moving
As a red tinted bubble emerges
And pops
To release a final cry for help.
Forced to surrender
What is seen as precious,
Including the blood
Of the fallen.
Thousands of helpless cries
To sadistic gods.
The refusal to help.
The refusal to live.
A land of broken faith
Rejected by those they loved.
Countless have fallen
Because of their beliefs.
Forgotten now
The gods of old
Finally feeling the loneliness,
The rejection of their people.
Unheard cries
Are suppressed
And forgotten
Forced away until the end of time.
Sadistic gods,
Forgotten people,
No longer alive
Because of their difference.
The skeleton stares blankly
As crows feast away.
The cycle continues
To this day.
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