Listen to our music,

feel our pain, as the epicentre struggles, driven insane with pain.

Pain tissues hidden in brain issues.

Struggling to remain the same,

in an unrelenting effort to remember our names…

Relics of the past hung like trunks.

Unbeknownst to us,

skin dripping gasoline,

surrounded by hatred fanning the flames.

Murdock

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