Ripples
Disoriented, distorted vision
Simply put, I’m on a mission
Holding breath, holding knives
Destroying death, saving lives
Placing shock onto a face
Taking back the life you gave
Hold in tears and let out anger
Nothing normal, nothing stranger
Back to where you started from
Before this nightmare had begun
My reflection is different when looking at me
At the edge of the water
In a rippling sea
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