THE UNIFORM

by LADY JIRA

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The Uniform

The cold is hollowing my heart
Bitterness creeps in
Stop this anger before it starts
A hate carcinogen.

Release endorphins, numb the Id
A peaceful place to be
To not regret the things I did
In blessed apathy.

Sanctioned by a high command
The numbers mark the toll
The blood that washes off the hands
Forever stain the soul.

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