Abundant lies,
She heard, and she cried,
As the heart of her home,
Rasped, sad and alone,
But it grasped her hand,
Held on to the land,
And wished to take her places below.
Her heart would ache,
And it's song would shake
The bombs and shades,
Her very soul, it would take.
Through static of rapture,
And towers of aperture.
Every heart would be captured,
For the sake of the chapter.
She'd crush for revenge,
For the lies would never end,
But she'd carry her home,
As it rasped, sad and alone.
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