The world is not falling into pieces
the pieces are falling into places
this is just a rehearsal
Next is the dress rehearsals
then it's draw the curtains and dim the lights because
it's showtime.
We are lost in panic and immense confusion
Darts thrown are stabbing feeling of intrusion
Long before it was safe and warm
now we can never be ready for the coming storm
We were programmed from a long time ago
My head pounding with the message
Dull waves from anger flow
The gate to freedom locked without pasaage.
©mylcebon
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