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The River
Dark water swirling
Churning endlessly
Anger, hate, hurt
All poured into this river
Standing on the bank
Watching it as it tumults past
I look around at this barren land
A desolate place, this
The trees menacing and dead
The land empty of all things beautiful
Is this the work of the river
This ugly scar running past
How I longed to get away
To run far from that place
Death and hatred taints the land
Running through, killing everything it can touch
Standing there at the river’s edge
Watching those angry waters surge forward
Oh I hope I never come back to this place
To this river of blood
