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The Land Where Innocence Died

God's children are being apprehended by monsters sent from hell, for no real reason, no trial to be held, punished for sneezing or walking the road, while you leave your brothers and sisters defenseless in a revolutionary's overbearing abode.
Thus sent to do an impossible task in an inhospitable land, with decay as far as the eye can see, with blizzard-like winds moving at hurricane speeds, your bones turn brittle, your skin covered in tiny dots controlled by the land where temperature freely drops.
Given no food, clothing, or shelter, a mind-boggling number of God's children froze to death without a helper, descendants of liars, rapists, and thieves were never given a miracle because trust in our creator is nowhere to be seen.
The rest of God's children are left searching desperately for acidic moss or bitter bark to devour, making fires that burn instead of turn frozen flesh back to norm, why do we let the enemy win, we surely aren't weak, because soon you'll see what happens when human survival reigns supreme.
Relying on man to do what's right begging them to feed you in the cold dark winter night, just to be betrayed like most of us are left dead by dry rye with no regard.
Escaping a brutal dictator is futile, and you ask why? try escaping a cheetah with your feet tied, it's so futile man shouldn't try, but let's see which animal escapes Leo's ferocious bite.
Losing one's innocence to a moralless guard is bad enough but losing one's hope to a rifle butt is overwhelmingly tough, why is your life so rough? in the face of torture and brutality you are more or less driven to the edge of life's finality.
Man shall not live by bread alone is true, but a man feasting on beef, maybe pork? how about an elusive buffet of fresh human skin recently torn from a flawless woman's limb.
The steps of one good man ordained by God, shared the secrets of corrupted discord, for the world to hear and turn a blind eye, while few souls gather at the place where innocent children died.
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Submitted by SamuelS.Williams on July 02, 2022

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