November 4, 2011
By Alexxa001 BRONZE, Anacortes, Washington
Alexxa001 BRONZE, Anacortes, Washington
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Our scars are here to remind us that the past was real, and the future shows us our scars can heal.

I see the angels weep
Along the ancient bed,
The devil comes to reap
The mangled rows of wheat,
The grass our very souls
Tender and morose,
We see our cruelty rule
Over a broken land
We walk along the sand
And curse the weary hand
That sowed these seeds of life,
We hide our horrid heart
And blame the most apart,
Among the wretched and tried
A lonely child cries.

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