In the eye
of the rolling thunder
Stood idly by
to tear me asunder
The world paints
us gray
In its’ apathetic taint
What we have here
are not our friends
But loose ends and
negative trends
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
In the eye
of the rolling thunder
Stood idly by
to tear me asunder
The world paints
us gray
In its’ apathetic taint
What we have here
are not our friends
But loose ends and
negative trends
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