They come in bunches like bundles of hay;
they will be dead by the end of the day.
The family full of love and care
as a union they come,
torn appart by authority
never to be together again.
They come in bunches like bundles of hay;
they will be dead by the end of the day.
This man appeared to be unbreakable.
6'4 all of muscle.
Caring but firece, with anger on his side,
but he still could not hold on.
They come in bunches like bundles of hay;
they will be dead by the end of the day.
The boy has stuggled endlessly.
Forced to poverty,
stolen from his home, his family, his life.
He prevails, beating all odds.
Surviving physically, but a mere shell is left
of this formally happy boy.
Gone
-Emma
Vicious Cycle
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