Children on Stun

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levelled out

See her forming soft green lines unbroken

 

She waits in seed

 

"We've little time," said he

 

And turns for home with blade in hand

 

To reap the field

 

And set her free

 

He'll set her free

 

 

 

He looks for her now

 

but she's levelled out...

 

 

 

 

 

He shook, a duty he could not perform

 

To take a life and strike

 

The killing call

 

Lifting his eyes and arms up to the sky

 

He cut her down

 

And wondered why

 

He wondered why