Serenity
Set on a dream
Alone they wanted to be
They had the world at their knees
Only wanting to be free
Simplicity
On a calm day
They came
And ripped that away
Took thier lives without a say
Call it murder
Call it a causality
Neither one makes sense to me
All i know is its not serenity
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