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Who put on these barbed wires?

Who drew these lines

That etch across the world so wretched

Like the tortured skin of a mime?

Who carved these scarlet bloodlines

That flow like mirthless blood

Veined over this soulless earth

Making it undead and alive?

Who made this Heaven Hell

Surrounded by rivers of embers

In which we scream

Else we burn?

Who twisted this world

Into a paper boat

That rocks over the waves unfirm

On which we sail on

Else we drown?