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Dec 2016
Another night
Screen blaring bright
Blurry visions scurry across your mind
While out the window
Right before your eyes
Eclipsed by a mass of terrestrial size
The moon was consumed by
Purple hues and shadows...
The stars began to fall
I crawled across the floor
Never will I be who I was before
I called out to the sky
Why now, do we fight amongst ourselves?
In the audience of angels
And we parade with gunfire...not trumpets.
A mad man came to me.
His babble meant nothing, but he was not afraid?
Could he really be who saves me?
Or am I the real Fool here, still
Dreaming dreams?...
Written by
LeV3e  Missouri
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