Caged

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I've been stuck on this place
For two long weeks
Unable to face the moon
There is so much darkness here
I write every hour that passes on the walls
Staining the bricks with blood
From my fingertips
Soon this will be over
I will not stay in this cage forever
When the rain comes again
My anger will be released
A storm is coming
Forget the illusion of safety
None is safe
There is no escape
You’d better run for your life
While you can
But there is no escape
Suffering is your reality
And we're all going to die.

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