Life, what's the point
To live a dull boring life.
Or to live a controlled life.
Where everybody lives it for you.
There is no freedom in the world,
only hate.
The hunters are becoming the hunted.
The birds are leaving the dead burned trees behind.
They are trying to find a new place to hide.
To hide their fear of their life.
If they can find a new life.

Jessie

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