Chaotic

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Two birds of fire, one bus of flame,

While two detectives play the blame game,

As if to give to the Gods, they took away,

Hundreds of lives gone in disarray,

Though we must stick to standards,

They have no boundaries,

As we aim for peace, all they cause is grief,

Twin towers of trade,

Twin blades that will never fade,

On opposite sides of the spectrum,

Oh how could we have let them,

Though we must stick to standards,

They have no boundaries,

As we aim for peace, all they cause is grief,

As if we lack the skill,

To stop them from making they’re righteous kill,

We should strive to make things right,

If only it was as easy as a fight

Comments

MyHouseKey

 

Tired and confused.

It’s time. Hit snooze.

Miss.

Wake up late.

Rushing around the room.

Hating life.

Maybe I won’t go.

Who cares.

600$? Per class? I’m going.

Better late than never.

The money’s tight.

Gotta go to the bank.

Gotta get paid.

Need coffee.

Can’t find the damn filters.

Not enough time.

Eat the coffee grinds?

That was a rough night.

Throw on the shoes.

Wheres that smudge from? Don’t care.

Where’s the door? Out the door.

I’ve got a paper due.

Speed walk all the way.

All the buildings look the same!

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