T'was anger rage influxed

Hurt and victim fixed

my little ears covered tight

body and mind took flight

Before they can cause more

I will replace this old show.


Begon child of man of woe

from this place that you know

home indeed, you reckoned

became hell in a second

Pack your stuff and leave without

passing quietly into the night


What goes on behind doors

makes panic grow to soars

the playing of games necessary

Chaotic mental makes sorry

passing out of their influence

can only bring my lonnliness


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