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is it all?
you sit around
listening to the sound
the beat of your heart
the chords, part to part
the music is furious
don't know you're serious
draw the blinds
hide the binds
the wounds are gaping
the dinner bell ping
mother's calling
father's falling
pitter patter
pitter patter
dripping,
slipping,
ripping,
stinging,
ringing,
ringing...
the noise falls away
your head begins to sway
mother's screaming
father's freezing
rivers flowing
pools growing
darkness calling
light is falling
life and death
is it all for naught?
