It is loud inside.
Chaos erupts
In the dead of night.
Thoughts corrupt
As the soul it cries.
The heart it stops
As the body dies.
Yet here I stand
And still alive.
Though i’m born to thrive,
I’m ready to fly.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
It is loud inside.
Chaos erupts
In the dead of night.
Thoughts corrupt
As the soul it cries.
The heart it stops
As the body dies.
Yet here I stand
And still alive.
Though i’m born to thrive,
I’m ready to fly.
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