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The Consequence

Living in wasted lands
Trying desperately to hide
Blood on hands

Sun beating closer in the sky
Eyes blurring by the heat
Getting cottonmouth it's so dry

Running from every hit that seeks
Just hiding hoping it all be over
No more worries for the weak

With every shudder
Doors close
Slamming harder

No one ever shows
Human heart in this land
Because no one's ever known
The consequences at hand
Written by ShadyBlocks
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