Dystopia


We’re not afraid to get dirty
The world is raining ash
And if we’re to live and breathe again
A path we’ll have to slash
Through blood, sweat, fears
We forge ahead
Our brows set forlorn
In the midst of battle we lose our way
Our cries go up in song
Leading to what was once amiss
I feel your hand in mine
Our hearts are in safe keeping
We fight til clearer skies.

x. ginadamarleyphillip

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