mousetrap open bites down hard
bleeding, how it's opened scars
calloused pain comes back again
arisen from its hidden dark
pen to paper's been and done
nothing new for you, my son
battle on with nothing won
bleeding moon is beating sun
the hand the feeds is dripping blood
becoming ever greater flood
thoughts arisen, curse of past
bury in the baking mud!
inside the brick, a thought is locked
the mortar though is far too soft
too many bricks the walls will fall
down comes anger, burning all.
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