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[subcowell]

Cast into light
Cold and unknown
Craving for night
Warm and alone

Arms of metal
Clamped to each temple
Crying so small,
death of the simple

Essence of life
Cut from the source
The truth of a knife;
The pain of divorce

Warm under cover
Reality is torn
Welcome to mother
Now you are Born

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I was killed by a man in a turban,
because I was in Iraq.

I stared at my blood soaked hands,
and wondered why they were black.

My job was to keep the peace;
but failed at a gun crack.

So I died beneath a cloudless sky,
wondering why blood was black.