The constant eradication of a soul

A soul broken into pieces of a whole

Leads to a stone heart

That can no longer feel pain

No longer see the soul that was pure but now stained

Stained by destruction

Complete corruption


Broken in half is the heart fined

By the mixed tears of the one with the overwhelmed mind


Cut in half is the body marked

By the destiny that awaits it

Scarred by the emotions that overtake it


This poem is about: 
Our world


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