REDEMPTION 8.
Updated: May 18, 2020
it's hard to say that life's pain is indescribable
for turmoil we are born into.. oh how undeniable
to the mistakes our ancestors have bestowed
thine heart is divorced and we are all widowed
sunsets and cloudy skies illuminate my dilated eyes
dreaming of good things metamorpihize lullabies
these street lights alone are windows to a tunnel
that loop around as sweet as a funnel
how loving that the mind and soul isn't subtle
will we ever leave this clouded bubble?
crash bandicoot, woah woah there's trouble.
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