Through dead eyes

As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
Seeing our dying souls dancing to angry-gun melodies.

I woke up before my eyes opened unlike days before,
My heart faced the rage in War, we’ll make them knock on Satan’s door.
‘What do they hate us for? What do they take us for?
Puppets, machinery controlled and programmed to praise their laws?’
I threw these thoughts inside my mind and I started hating more.
The rage picked me up from the cold and vibrating floor.
Then I started making sure that the voices of painful tears were all taken forward.

The sky sees thousands of souls in the streets, an amazing moment –
For Retaliation against Segregation until this pain is slaughtered.
I joined the common hearts very blatant,
Throwing our emotions naked open, about the laws of brains disorders.

Over our bile-boiling bodies the clouds were immigrating, falling
As the stones and petrol bombs were causing traffic-
In the midst through tear gas, then the scene was all dramatic.

After the Anthem of guns, the Anthem of guns, the Anthem of guns!
My heart never feared less then it got more than tragic,
Then I turned back from what my mind thought would call an epic.
Running, jumping over dead souls, it was problematic.
Segregation was winning; my life was getting chased by bullets.
Unable to survive damage, damage got my brains wounded.

With three bullets in my skull I saw the end of my story.
I lost victory and won defeat, so you have to find glory.

As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
Seeing our dying souls dancing to angry-gun melodies.

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