Rain drops fall into existing puddles
And the moon is taken for granted.
Concrete blocks make up the rubble
And an island is left stranded.
Branded by hate now were in trouble.
Our bubble popped from acting frantic.
A scream is yelled yet it is muffled,
My world is crashed and then abandoned.
There is no light at the end of a tunnel
If you do not understand it.
You have a lot that you should funnel
Out unless you want to be scanted.
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