Unrest
We are at an UNREST!
The darkness of the neighborhood comes out consuming our best.
It is like a parasite,
The evil come even when it isn't night.
It is trying to convince others that its okay to be bad,
But mischievousness and disobedience only leads those to be sad.
Little do the host know
That they will be taken out from below.
Some one needs to put a stop to this!
They need to find a cure, an antedote, or remedy to restore us back to bliss!
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