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Humble Chamomile Feb 2021
Who would have thought a bad tragedy
Delusion it seems, people's almighty
In a glimpse of time fire is caught
The flames are running, the air is cold

The air scatters the peace
Falling in rocks, no more keys
People are running, "WHERE IS MARY?"
They're holding hands, God,is this necessary?

Unreached seems the sea
They baptize the risk "unforeseen"
Arbitrary soil,blaming the taxes
Hopes are smoking, no salvation faxes

Time to mourn, give them three days
Where are the trees, kids in this place?
There's only air, ash and agony
Cameras are crying, WHAT an irony.

— The End —