T'was anger rage influxed
Hurt and victim fixed
Their little ears covered tight
Body and mind too flight
Before they can cause mote
She will replace thid old show
Be gone child of man of woe
From this place you know
Home! Indeed. You reckoned
Has become hell in this second
Pack your stuff or leave withoit
Passing quietly into a void of light
What goes on behind closed doors
Makes panic grow too soars
The playing of games necessary
Chaotic mental makes sorry
Moving out from their imfluence
Has only brought lonliness
©wrennie
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