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Shackles
Sometimes I wish I could be free of the filthy, rusted shackles that bound us to the blood stained ground that has sadly managed to endure many red painted wars, gruesome betrayals that will curse the land to eternal suffering and death. Where people fight and break things even people as they see necessary. We don't even take a side glance at the people whose lives have been violently ripped apart mercifully because we believe if we ignore it the problems will miraculously go away. We faithfully ignore the problems of this corrupted land by hiding from the knowledge with blissful ignorance. This is truly what hell is.
Above hell we have a bright world where people don't hide their true feelings and live openly without any guards to protect the soft blobs we are inside. Many people would like to go there but they do it through trickery and power, horrible, devious power. But in the end it doesn't matter no matter what we do were still worthless coward that hide in self pity and remain attached to the ground like blocks of cement. We will never free ourselves from the bloody shackles we created even i can not break free. This is the world in which we crumbled and got pulled in and didn't even try to get out of because we are a nation, no a world full of cowards trying to hide ourselves from the harsh unrelenting cruelty of the world