Stare grimly into the faces of the despondent
Wondering what words they’d speak,
Should their voices erupt in chorus.
Chains shackle them to the undertow,
Juggernaut strength wrestling with their souls.
Tumultuous cries and unparalleled ferocity,
Raking soft flesh like claws of the beast.
As strength wanes and the tide breaks,
Their skulls wash upon the beaches of eternity
Where we will build anew.
Written By: Hollie Barringer, 2015
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