Tempest by Arsonists Get All The Girls
I stutter as the world outside me
came to our doorstep in the rain
harbored though violence
the sky holds contempt for me with snarled up
suppressed yourself
suppression is the only answer
to times like this
so the rain came crashing down
with revenge in its gaze unlike
something i have seen before
and i felt a friction in the air begin to rise
atmosphere berates my courage through
thick and thin it made no difference to it
at times i wish for the lucid dreams
but receive no less than ignorance
i, i ventured out to what seems apocalypse
a step forward reveals
an exponential makeshift of panic
they sky bleeds a disgrace upon all patrons
and we look upwards in distress
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