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Poem for The Lottery 'It isn't fair, it isn't right,' Mrs Hutchinson screamed,Poem for The Lottery by ~cappy-angel
And then they were upon her,
The blood that sprayed in sunlight gleamed
Dripped down and pooled around her.
Stones being thrown will break her bones,
But it is her children's throw that breaks her soul,
And so she slowly dies alone,
Her family killed her, the traitors.
Sta.sh
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"And the universe just vanished out of sight,
And all the stars collapsed behind the pitch black night."
Warmer Climate - Snow Patrol