Control

The fire turns blue

Eyes turn red

Sanity is overdue

Life becomes a thread

 

Pages are turning

Daises are dancing

The thoughts begin churning

War looks enticing

 

Tables are turning

Lives become paper

Families are mourning

Mercy turns to vapor

 

The other is found

A yin to a yang

Fates have been bound

The church bells have rang

 

Peace is futile

The past is an omen

The love isn’t mutual

It’s gone again…

 

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