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Death do us Part

Harmless, Frightened, Forced,
A blur of strangers surround you
Your mental capacity cannot comprehend

All you want to do
Is follow the orders given
The ones you were guilted into

The strangers extend a hand
But that wouldn't be following directions
You wish to flee in fright and confusion

The weapons are raised, but
All you wanted was to right a wrong
They are signaled to stop, and yet

Bullets whizz from every side
The men continue to ignore their chief
As you fall, they do not understand

Your guilt,
Your condition,
Your reaction,
You're autistic.





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