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We are the warriors here to defend you,
with remedies and candy cures.

A war society,
Circus trapeze.
Clowns with the sad make-up,
not really happy.

Thinks are larger than they seem,
the moon shines bright in the day.
Just as bright as the television screen.
That lights up a dark room at night,
oblivious to the truth,
and the crack in the mirror.

some drive to get away,
some drive to crash and burn.

the children of the wrath,
with our troublesome minds become outspoken.
The world caught up in its own damnation.

words carved into the desk of the broken,
and dismemberment dreams.

we craved the attention,
and the sounds.
the wind through our damaged hair
and blowing on our sandy beaches.

the water laps on the shore,
calming the battle.

but the war has just begun.
tragedy at that train station,
where it all started, with the bullet that came from barrel of your gun.